Luyện nghe bài hát Saddle Boy

TROUGH THE FROSTY DAWN, EVERY COLD WINTER'S MORN,
ROLLED 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 STRIFE, HE WAS CALLED FROM THIS LIFE,
FROM THE OF LIFE'S HIGHWAY.
HE WAS NEEDED AT THE HOMESTEAD OF LOVE,
FOR THE LAST ROUND OF SOME DAY.
NOW THE SAD WILLOWS WAVE ON A COLD GRAVE,
WHERE THE TALL GRASSES AND BOW.
AND THE JACKASS'S IS THE ONLY EPITAPH,
ON THE GRAVE OF BRAVE SADDLE BOY.

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

AND THE OVERHEAD, SHOWED THE LAST SANDY BED,
THE BOY AND THE PONY LAY.
AN OLD BOUNDARY RIDER TROY, WAS THE ONE WHO THE BOY,
AND WHO TOOK SADLY MESSAGE THE DAY.
AND THE OLD SAY, OF THE LONG NIGHTS IN MAY,
WHEN THE IN THE VALLEY ROAMS,
POUNDING BEATS THAT SOUND, THROUGH THE TALL TIMBER LAND, IS THEIR OWN
SADDLE BOY HOME.