Luyện nghe bài hát Saddle Boy

TROUGH THE GREY FROSTY DAWN, EVERY WINTER'S MORN,
ROLLED THIS LAD OF LIFE AND JOY.
JUST THE SAME, DOWN THE ROAD WHERE HE CAME,
HE WAS KNOWN AS THEIR OWN BOY.
IN HIS YOUTH FREE FROM STRIFE, HE WAS CALLED FROM LIFE,
THE SORROWS OF LIFE'S HIGHWAY.
HE WAS ABOVE AT THE HOMESTEAD OF LOVE,
FOR THE FINAL ROUND OF SOME DAY.
NOW THE SAD WILLOWS ON A COLD SILENT GRAVE,
WHERE THE TALL GRASSES AND BOW.
AND THE JACKASS'S LAUGH IS THE EPITAPH,
ON THE GRAVE OF THIS SADDLE BOY.

AT THE SCHOOL HOUSE ON THE RISE, ALWAYS WATCHED THE SKIES,
FOR THE STORM CLOUD GROWS LIKE THORN,
YOU'VE A LONG WAY HE SAID, SO BETTER GO AHEAD,
SADDLE UP BOY RIDE FOR HOME.
HE HAD TEN MILES TO RIDE, THROUGH THE COUNTRYSIDE,
AS THE ALL AROUND RAGED ON.
JUST ONE CREEK LEFT TO CROSS, STRUCK BY BOY & HORSE,
SWEPT AWAY BY THAT MAD STORM.

AND THE LIGHTNING OVERHEAD, THE LAST SANDY BED,
WHERE THE BOY AND THE LAY.
AN OLD RIDER TROY, WAS THE ONE WHO FOUND THE BOY,
AND WHO TOOK SADLY THE NEXT DAY.
AND THE OLD SAY, OF THE LONG NIGHTS IN MAY,
THE WIND IN THE VALLEY ROAMS,
POUNDING HOOF BEATS THAT SOUND, THROUGH THE TALL LAND, IS THEIR OWN
BOY RIDING HOME.