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 her, his darling, his stray
But the river's in flood and the roads are
And the break up in the panic of loss

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

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 to her feet when he was the lord

And although she goes grazing a minute
He her all night, he tracks her all day
Oh, blind to her presence, except to
His here with her punishment there

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

Oh, the world is sweet, the world is
And she's there the light and the darkness divide
And the steam's coming off her, she's and she's shy
And she steps on the when she paws at the sky

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

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

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

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

Now the of this union, who fastens it tight?
Who snaps it the very next night?
Some say the rider, some say the
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 move right along
And they're like the smoke
And they're gone like song