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

Written by - Harry C. McAuliffe - Gregory
Recorded by Hawkins

You look at picture with a wondering eye
And at the arrow that hangs by it's side
They tell a for you know there is one
the name of Patanio the story begun

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

His like a lady was glossy and fine
He was restless and proud but so and kind
His arched neck was hidden by a thick, mane
And called him Patanio, the pride of the plains

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

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

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

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

Then they all took my hand and I mounted my
down the dark pathway and I turned his head horth
Pat struck a trot and he kept it all
Till just as the east was to light

He the touch with a toss of his head
His black body lengthened and forward he
We beating the redskins and the story was plain
When the arrows fell round us showers of rain

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

Patanio, fellow, I knew he was hurt
But still he forward and into the fort
For many a horse I have passed on the range
But like Patanio the pride of the plain