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, THE ROAD WHERE HE CAME,
HE WAS KNOWN AS OWN SADDLE 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 OF SOME DAY.
NOW THE SAD WILLOWS WAVE ON A SILENT GRAVE,
THE TALL GRASSES BEND AND BOW.
AND THE JACKASS'S LAUGH IS THE EPITAPH,
ON THE GRAVE OF THIS BRAVE BOY.

AT THE SCHOOL HOUSE ON THE RISE, TEACHER ALWAYS THE SKIES,
FOR THE STORM CLOUD THAT LIKE THORN,
YOU'VE A LONG WAY HE SAID, SO YOU'D 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,
AWAY BY THAT MAD RAGING STORM.

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