Luyện nghe bài hát Saddle Boy

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

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

AND THE LIGHTNING OVERHEAD, SHOWED THE LAST BED,
WHERE THE BOY AND THE LAY.
AN OLD BOUNDARY TROY, WAS THE ONE WHO FOUND THE BOY,
AND WHO TOOK SADLY MESSAGE THE DAY.
AND THE OLD PEOPLE SAY, OF THE NIGHTS IN MAY,
WHEN THE WIND IN THE ROAMS,
POUNDING BEATS THAT SOUND, THROUGH THE TALL TIMBER LAND, IS THEIR OWN
BOY RIDING HOME.