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

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

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

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

His hair a lady was glossy and fine
He was restless and proud but so and kind
His arched was hidden by a thick, flowing mane
And called him Patanio, the pride of the plains

The country was new and the settlers were
And the Indians on the warpath were savage and
Scouts sent out every day from the post
But they never came back so we knew they were

One day said the captain, someone he go
For to the border at New Mexico
A dozen fellows right 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 good for the and the lightest man here
On the back of that mustang nothing to fear

So of my horse that I answered, you know
Patanio and I so willing to go
For speed and I'll trust to the blind
Patanio carry my life on his back

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

He answered the with a toss of his head
His black lengthened and forward he sped
We were beating the redskins and the was plain
When the arrows fell us like showers 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 from Patanio's side
But he never once shortened his stride

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