Luyện nghe bài hát Silver Palomino

(A dies leaving her young son
to to terms with the loss.
In of Fiona Chappel,
for her sons and Oliver.)

I was barely 13 old
She came out of the Guadalupe's on a night so
Her coat was diamonds in the sallow moon's glow
My silver
Sixteen hands her withers to the ground
I lie in bed and to the sound
Of the Texas thunder roll
My silver
I her into the mountains she loved
Watch her the rocks above
She'd dip her and drink from the winter flows
My palomino
Our were the very best, sir
But could never lay a rope on her
No corral will ever
The silver

In my dreams I ride
Over the pradera low and
As the wind sweeps out the
the scrub desert floor

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

Tonight I wake the sky is pearl, the stars aglow
I up my red roan
I ride deep into the mountains along a ridge of pale
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 harsh pine that grows
I watch the palomino