Luyện nghe bài hát Saddle Boy

TROUGH THE FROSTY DAWN, EVERY COLD WINTER'S MORN,
ROLLED LAD FULL OF LIFE AND JOY.
JUST THE SAME, DOWN THE ROAD WHERE HE CAME,
HE WAS KNOWN AS THEIR OWN BOY.
IN HIS YOUTH FREE FROM STRIFE, HE WAS FROM THIS LIFE,
FROM THE SORROWS OF HIGHWAY.
HE WAS NEEDED AT THE HOMESTEAD OF LOVE,
FOR THE LAST ROUND OF SOME DAY.
NOW THE SAD WAVE 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, ALWAYS WATCHED THE SKIES,
FOR THE STORM CLOUD GROWS LIKE THORN,
YOU'VE A WAY HE SAID, SO YOU'D 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,
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 NIGHTS IN MAY,
WHEN THE WIND IN THE ROAMS,
POUNDING HOOF BEATS THAT SOUND, THE TALL TIMBER LAND, IS THEIR OWN
BOY RIDING HOME.