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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He answered the with a toss of his head
His black body lengthened and forward he
We beating the redskins and the story was plain
the arrows fell round us like showers of rain

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

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