Luyện nghe bài hát Saddle Boy

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

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

AND THE LIGHTNING OVERHEAD, SHOWED THE LAST 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 PEOPLE SAY, OF THE LONG IN MAY,
THE WIND IN THE VALLEY ROAMS,
POUNDING HOOF BEATS THAT SOUND, THE TALL TIMBER LAND, IS THEIR OWN
BOY RIDING HOME.