Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of The Absent Mare

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Say a prayer for the cowboy, his mare's run
And he'll walk 'til he finds her, his darling, his
But the river's in flood and the are awash
And the bridges up in the panic of loss

And there's nothing to follow, nowhere to go
She's gone like the summer, gone like the
And the crickets are breaking his heart their song
As the day in and the night is all wrong

Did he dream, was it she who went galloping
And bent the fern, broke open the grass
And printed the mud with the and the gold
That he nailed to her feet he was the lord

And although she grazing a minute away
He her all night, he tracks her all day
Oh, to her presence, except to compare
His injury here with her punishment

at home on a branch, in the highest tree
A songbird out, so suddenly
Ah, the sun is warm and the soft ride
On the willow trees by the river

Oh, the world is sweet, the is wide
And she's where the light and the darkness divide
And the coming off her, she's huge and she's shy
And she on the moon when she paws at the sky

And she comes to his hand but she's not really
She to be lost, he longs for the same
And she'll bolt and she'll plunge through the open pass
To roll and to feed in the mountain grass

Or she'll make a for the high plateau
Where there's nothing above and there's below
And it's time for the burden, it's for the whip
Will she through the flame? Can he shoot from the hip?

So he binds to the galloping mare
And she binds herself to the rider
And is no space but there's left and right
And there is no time but there's day and

And he on her neck and he whispers low
"Whither thou goest,I go"
And they turn as one and they for the plain
No for the whip, ah, no need for the rein

Now the clasp of union, who fastens it tight?
Who snaps it asunder the very next
say the rider, some say the mare
Or love's like the smoke, beyond all repair

But my says, "Leonard, just let it go by
That old silhouette on the Western sky
So I pick out a tune and they right along
And they're like the smoke
And they're gone like this