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

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

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

I'll tell you a story that will thrill you, I
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 restless and proud but so and kind
His arched neck was hidden by a thick, flowing
And they called him Patanio, the pride of the

The country was new and the settlers were
And the Indians on the were savage and fierce
were 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 help to the border at New
A dozen fellows right 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 and the lightest man here
On the back of that you've nothing to fear

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

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 it all night
Till as the east was beginning to light

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

We leaving the redskins and the story was plain
When sudden in my leg that I felt a pain
The blood it gushed forth from side
But he never once shortened his stride

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