Luyện nghe bài hát Saddle Boy

TROUGH THE FROSTY DAWN, EVERY COLD WINTER'S MORN,
ROLLED THIS LAD OF LIFE AND JOY.
EVERYDAY JUST THE SAME, DOWN THE WHERE HE CAME,
HE WAS AS THEIR OWN SADDLE BOY.
IN HIS YOUTH FROM STRIFE, HE WAS CALLED FROM THIS LIFE,
FROM THE OF LIFE'S HIGHWAY.
HE WAS NEEDED ABOVE AT THE 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 JACKASS'S IS THE ONLY EPITAPH,
ON THE GRAVE OF BRAVE SADDLE BOY.

AT THE HOUSE ON THE RISE, TEACHER ALWAYS WATCHED 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 MILES TO RIDE, THE DARK COUNTRYSIDE,
AS THE STORM ALL AROUND ON.
JUST ONE CREEK TO CROSS, STRUCK BY DRIFTWOOD BOY & HORSE,
SWEPT AWAY BY THAT MAD STORM.

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