Luyện nghe bài hát Saddle Boy

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

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

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