Luyện nghe bài hát Patanio (The Pride of the Plains)

Written by - Harry C. McAuliffe - Bobby
by Hawkshaw Hawkins

You look at this picture a wondering eye
And then at the arrow that hangs by it's
They tell a story for you know is one
With the name of Patanio the story

I'll tell you a that will thrill you, I know
Of a horse I owned down in New Mexico
Swift as an and black as a crow
A star on his as white as the snow

His hair like a lady was glossy and
He was and proud but so gentle and kind
His neck was hidden by a thick, flowing mane
And they him Patanio, the pride of the plains

The country was new and the were scarce
And the on the warpath were savage and fierce
Scouts were sent out every day the post
But they never came back so we knew they lost

One day the captain, someone he must go
For help to the at New Mexico
A dozen brave right away answered yeah
But the captain he spied me a-standing right

Patanio beside me, his in my hand
Said the captain, your horse is the best in the
You're for the ride and the lightest man here
On the back of that you've nothing to fear

So of my horse that I answered, you know
Patanio and I both so to go
For speed and endurance I'll to the blind
Patanio will carry my life on his

Then all took my hand and I mounted my horse
Rode the dark pathway and I turned his head horth
Pat struck a trot and he it all night
Till just as the east was beginning to

He answered the touch a toss of his head
His body lengthened and forward he sped
We were the redskins and the story was plain
When the arrows round us like showers of rain

We were the redskins and the story was plain
When sudden in my leg that I felt a pain
The blood it gushed forth from Patanio's
But he never once shortened his stride

Patanio, poor fellow, I knew he was
But still he dashed and into the fort
For many a fine horse I have on the range
But none like Patanio the pride of the