Luyện nghe bài hát Saddle Boy

TROUGH THE GREY FROSTY DAWN, EVERY COLD MORN,
ROLLED LAD FULL OF LIFE AND JOY.
EVERYDAY JUST THE SAME, DOWN THE WHERE HE CAME,
HE WAS AS THEIR OWN SADDLE BOY.
IN HIS YOUTH FREE FROM STRIFE, HE WAS CALLED 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 WAVE ON A SILENT GRAVE,
WHERE THE TALL GRASSES AND BOW.
AND THE LAUGH IS THE ONLY EPITAPH,
ON THE GRAVE OF THIS SADDLE BOY.

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

AND THE LIGHTNING OVERHEAD, SHOWED THE LAST BED,
WHERE THE BOY AND THE LAY.
AN OLD BOUNDARY TROY, WAS THE ONE WHO FOUND THE BOY,
AND WHO TOOK SADLY MESSAGE THE DAY.
AND THE OLD PEOPLE SAY, OF THE NIGHTS IN MAY,
THE WIND IN THE VALLEY ROAMS,
POUNDING HOOF BEATS SOUND, THROUGH THE TALL TIMBER LAND, IS THEIR OWN
SADDLE BOY HOME.