Luyện nghe bài hát Saddle Boy

TROUGH THE GREY FROSTY DAWN, EVERY COLD MORN,
ROLLED THIS LAD FULL OF AND JOY.
EVERYDAY JUST THE SAME, DOWN THE WHERE HE CAME,
HE WAS AS THEIR OWN SADDLE BOY.
IN HIS YOUTH FREE STRIFE, HE WAS CALLED FROM THIS LIFE,
THE SORROWS OF LIFE'S HIGHWAY.
HE WAS NEEDED AT THE HOMESTEAD OF LOVE,
FOR THE LAST FINAL OF SOME DAY.
NOW THE SAD WILLOWS WAVE ON A SILENT GRAVE,
WHERE THE TALL GRASSES AND BOW.
AND THE JACKASS'S LAUGH IS THE EPITAPH,
ON THE OF THIS BRAVE SADDLE BOY.

AT THE SCHOOL HOUSE ON THE RISE, TEACHER ALWAYS THE SKIES,
FOR THE STORM CLOUD THAT GROWS THORN,
A LONG WAY HE SAID, SO YOU'D BETTER GO AHEAD,
SADDLE UP BOY RIDE FOR HOME.
HE HAD TEN MILES TO RIDE, THE DARK COUNTRYSIDE,
AS THE ALL AROUND RAGED ON.
JUST ONE CREEK TO CROSS, STRUCK BY DRIFTWOOD BOY & HORSE,
AWAY BY THAT MAD RAGING STORM.

AND THE LIGHTNING OVERHEAD, THE LAST SANDY BED,
WHERE THE BOY AND THE LAY.
AN OLD BOUNDARY TROY, WAS THE ONE WHO FOUND THE BOY,
AND WHO SADLY MESSAGE THE NEXT DAY.
AND THE OLD PEOPLE SAY, OF THE LONG IN MAY,
WHEN THE WIND IN THE ROAMS,
HOOF BEATS THAT SOUND, THROUGH THE TALL TIMBER LAND, IS THEIR OWN
SADDLE BOY HOME.