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

Written by - C. McAuliffe - Bobby Gregory
Recorded by Hawkshaw

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

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

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

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

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

Patanio beside me, his nose in my
Said the captain, horse is the best in the land
good for the ride and the lightest man here
On the back of mustang you've nothing to fear

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

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

He answered the touch a toss of his head
His black body and forward he sped
We were beating the redskins and the 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 I felt a great pain
The blood it forth from Patanio's side
But he never once his powerful stride

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