Luyện nghe bài hát Silver Palomino

(A mother dies her young son
to come to terms the loss.
In remembrance of Chappel,
for her sons and Oliver.)

I was 13 years old
She came out of the on a night so cold
Her coat was frosted in the sallow moon's glow
My palomino
Sixteen from her withers to the ground
I lie in bed and listen to the
Of the west Texas thunder
My silver
I track her into the she loved
Watch her the rocks above
She'd dip her and drink from the winter flows
My palomino
Our mustaneros the very best, sir
But they could lay a rope on her
No will ever hold
The silver

In my dreams bareback I
the pradera low and wide
As the wind sweeps out the
'Cross the desert floor

I'd give my and spurs
If I be forever yours
I'd ride into the serrania no one goes
For my silver
Summer drought come hard that
Our herd the land so bare
Me and my dad had to blowtorch the thorns off the pear
And mother, your hand slipped from my

Tonight I wake the sky is pearl, the stars aglow
I up my red roan
I ride deep into the mountains a ridge of pale stone
the air is still with the coming snow
As I higher I can smell your hair
The scent of skin, mother, fills the air
'Midst the harsh scrub pine that
I the silver palomino