Luyện nghe bài hát Silver Palomino

(A dies leaving her young son
to come to terms the loss.
In of Fiona Chappel,
for her Tyler and Oliver.)

I was 13 years old
She came out of the on a night so cold
Her coat was diamonds in the sallow moon's glow
My silver
Sixteen hands from her withers to the
I lie in bed and to the sound
Of the west Texas thunder
My palomino
I track her the mountains she loved
Watch her from the rocks
She'd dip her neck and from the winter flows
My palomino
Our mustaneros the very best, sir
But they never lay a rope on her
No will ever hold
The palomino

In my dreams I ride
Over the pradera low and
As the wind out the draw
'Cross the scrub desert

I'd give my riata and
If I could be forever
I'd ride into the serrania where no one
For my silver
Summer drought come that year
Our herd the land so bare
Me and my dad had to the thorns off the prickly pear
And mother, your hand slipped my hair

Tonight I wake early the sky is pearl, the stars
I up my red roan
I deep into the mountains along a ridge of pale stone
Where the air is still the coming snow
As I rise higher I can smell hair
The scent of skin, mother, fills the air
'Midst the harsh scrub pine that
I watch the palomino