Luyện nghe bài hát Saddle Boy

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

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

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