Luyện nghe bài hát Silver Palomino

(A mother dies her young son
to come to terms 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 frosted diamonds in the sallow moon's
My palomino
hands from her withers to the ground
I lie in bed and listen to the
Of the west Texas roll
My palomino
I track her into the mountains she
her from the rocks above
She'd dip her neck and drink from the winter
My silver
Our were the very best, sir
But could never lay a rope on her
No corral will hold
The palomino

In my dreams bareback I
Over the pradera low and
As the wind out the draw
'Cross the scrub floor

I'd my riata and spurs
If I be forever yours
I'd into the serrania where no one goes
For my palomino
drought come hard that year
Our grazed the land so bare
Me and my dad had to the thorns 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 the coming snow
As I rise higher I can smell hair
The scent of skin, mother, fills the air
'Midst the harsh scrub that grows
I the silver palomino