Luyện nghe bài hát Silver Palomino

(A mother dies leaving her son
to come to with the loss.
In of Fiona 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 hands her withers to the ground
I lie in bed and listen to the
Of the west Texas thunder
My silver
I her into the mountains she loved
Watch her the rocks above
dip her neck and drink from the winter flows
My palomino
Our mustaneros were the best, sir
But they never lay a rope on her
No will ever hold
The silver

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

I'd give my riata and
If I could be yours
I'd ride into the serrania no one goes
For my palomino
Summer drought come that year
Our grazed the land so bare
Me and my dad had to blowtorch the thorns off the prickly
And mother, your hand slipped from my

Tonight I early the sky is pearl, the stars aglow
I up my red roan
I ride deep into the mountains along a of pale stone
Where the air is with the coming snow
As I rise higher I can your hair
The scent of skin, mother, fills the air
the harsh scrub pine that grows
I watch the palomino