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

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

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

I'll tell you a that will thrill you, I know
Of a horse that I owned in New Mexico
as an antelope and black as a crow
A star on his forehead as as the snow

His hair like a was glossy and fine
He was restless and but so gentle and kind
His neck was hidden by a thick, flowing 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 back so we knew they were lost

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

Patanio beside me, his in my hand
Said the captain, your horse is the best in the
You're good for the ride and the man here
On the of that 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 endurance I'll trust to the
Patanio will my life on his back

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

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

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

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