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

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

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

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

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

The country was new and the settlers scarce
And the Indians on the warpath savage and fierce
Scouts were sent out every day the post
But they came back so we knew they were lost

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

Patanio beside me, his nose in my
Said the captain, your is the best in the land
You're good for the ride and the lightest man
On the back of that mustang you've to fear

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

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

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

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

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