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

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

You look at this picture a wondering 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 begun

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

His like 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 scarce
And the Indians on the warpath 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 at New Mexico
A dozen brave fellows right away answered
But the captain he spied me a-standing near

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

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

Then they all took my hand and I my horse
Rode down the dark and I turned his head horth
Pat struck a and he kept it all night
Till just as the east was to light

He answered the touch with a toss of his
His black body and forward he sped
We were beating the redskins and the story was
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 from Patanio's side
But he never once his powerful stride

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