Luyện nghe bài hát Silver Palomino

(A dies leaving her young son
to come to with the loss.
In remembrance of Chappel,
for her sons and Oliver.)

I was barely 13 old
She came out of the Guadalupe's on a night so
Her was frosted diamonds in the sallow moon's glow
My silver
Sixteen hands from her to the ground
I lie in bed and to the sound
Of the Texas thunder roll
My silver
I track her the mountains she loved
Watch her the rocks above
She'd dip her neck and from the winter flows
My silver
Our mustaneros were the best, sir
But they never lay a rope on her
No corral will ever
The silver

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

I'd give my and spurs
If I could be forever
I'd ride into the serrania where no one
For my palomino
drought come hard that year
Our herd grazed the land so
Me and my dad had to blowtorch the off the prickly pear
And mother, your hand from my hair

Tonight I wake the sky is pearl, the stars aglow
I saddle up my red
I ride deep into the mountains a ridge of pale stone
the air is still with the coming snow
As I rise higher I can smell your
The scent of your skin, mother, the air
'Midst the harsh scrub that grows
I the silver palomino