Luyện nghe bài hát Saddle Boy

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

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

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