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

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

You look at this picture with a 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 tell you a story that thrill you, I know
Of a horse that I owned in New Mexico
as an antelope and black as a crow
A star on his forehead as as the snow

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We were the redskins and the story was plain
When sudden in my leg I felt a great pain
The blood it gushed forth from side
But he once shortened his powerful stride

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