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

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

You look at this picture with a eye
And then at the arrow that hangs by it's
tell a story for you know there is one
With the of Patanio the story begun

I'll tell you a story that will thrill you, I
Of a horse I owned down in New Mexico
Swift as an and black as a crow
A star on his forehead as white as the

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

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

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

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

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

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

He the touch with a toss of his head
His black body and forward he sped
We beating the redskins 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 felt a pain
The it gushed forth from Patanio's side
But he once shortened his powerful stride

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