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

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

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

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

His hair a lady was glossy and fine
He was and proud 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 were scarce
And the Indians on the warpath savage and fierce
Scouts were sent out day from the post
But they never came back so we knew they lost

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

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

So of my horse that I answered, you know
Patanio and I both so to go
For and endurance 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 turned his horth
Pat a trot and he kept it all night
Till just as the east was beginning to

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

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

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 Patanio the pride of the plain