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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Patanio, fellow, I knew he was hurt
But still he dashed forward and into the
For many a fine horse I passed on the range
But like Patanio the pride of the plain