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

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

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

I'll tell you a story that 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 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 was new and the settlers were scarce
And the on the warpath were savage and fierce
Scouts were sent out day from the post
But they came back so we knew they were lost

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

Patanio me, his nose in my hand
Said the captain, your horse is the in the land
You're for the ride and the lightest man here
On the back of 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 they all my hand and I mounted my horse
down the dark pathway and I turned his head horth
Pat struck a and he kept it all night
Till just as the east was beginning to

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

We were the redskins and the story was plain
When sudden in my leg that I felt a 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 dashed forward and into the
For many a horse I have passed on the range
But none like Patanio the of the plain