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

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

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

tell you a story that will thrill you, I know
Of a horse that I owned in New Mexico
Swift as an antelope and black as a
A on his forehead as white as the snow

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

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

One day the captain, someone he must go
For to the border at New Mexico
A brave fellows right away answered yeah
But the captain he spied me right near

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

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

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

He answered the touch with a of his head
His black lengthened and forward he sped
We were beating the and the story was plain
When the arrows fell us like showers of rain

We were leaving the redskins and the was plain
When sudden in my leg that I a great pain
The blood it gushed from Patanio's side
But he never once his powerful stride

Patanio, poor fellow, I he was hurt
But still he forward and into the fort
For a fine horse I have passed on the range
But none like Patanio the of the plain