Luyện nghe bài hát Silver Palomino

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

I was 13 years old
She came out of the Guadalupe's on a night so
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 thunder roll
My palomino
I her into the mountains she loved
Watch her from the rocks
dip her neck and drink from the winter flows
My palomino
Our mustaneros the very best, sir
But could never lay a rope on her
No corral will ever
The silver

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

I'd give my riata and
If I could be forever
I'd ride into the serrania where no one
For my palomino
Summer drought hard that year
Our herd the land so bare
Me and my dad had to blowtorch the off the prickly pear
And mother, hand slipped from my hair

I wake 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 still with the coming
As I rise I can smell your hair
The of your skin, mother, fills the air
'Midst the scrub pine that grows
I watch the silver