Luyện nghe bài hát Saddle Boy

TROUGH THE GREY DAWN, EVERY COLD WINTER'S MORN,
THIS LAD FULL OF LIFE AND JOY.
EVERYDAY JUST THE SAME, DOWN THE WHERE HE CAME,
HE WAS KNOWN AS THEIR OWN BOY.
IN HIS FREE FROM STRIFE, HE WAS CALLED FROM THIS LIFE,
FROM THE SORROWS OF HIGHWAY.
HE WAS NEEDED AT THE HOMESTEAD OF LOVE,
FOR THE LAST FINAL ROUND OF DAY.
NOW THE SAD WILLOWS WAVE ON A COLD GRAVE,
WHERE THE TALL GRASSES AND BOW.
AND THE LAUGH IS THE ONLY EPITAPH,
ON THE GRAVE OF BRAVE SADDLE BOY.

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

AND THE LIGHTNING OVERHEAD, SHOWED THE LAST BED,
WHERE THE BOY AND THE 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 NIGHTS IN MAY,
THE WIND IN THE VALLEY ROAMS,
POUNDING HOOF BEATS THAT SOUND, THROUGH THE TALL LAND, IS THEIR OWN
BOY RIDING HOME.