Luyện nghe bài hát Saddle Boy

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

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

AND THE LIGHTNING OVERHEAD, SHOWED THE SANDY BED,
THE BOY AND THE PONY LAY.
AN OLD RIDER TROY, WAS THE ONE WHO FOUND THE BOY,
AND WHO TOOK SADLY THE NEXT DAY.
AND THE OLD SAY, OF THE LONG NIGHTS IN MAY,
WHEN THE WIND IN THE ROAMS,
POUNDING HOOF BEATS THAT SOUND, THE TALL TIMBER LAND, IS THEIR OWN
SADDLE BOY HOME.