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

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

You look at picture 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 of Patanio the story begun

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

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

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

One day the captain, someone he must go
For help to the at New Mexico
A dozen brave fellows right answered 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 for the ride and the lightest man here
On the back of that mustang nothing to fear

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

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

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

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

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