Luyện nghe bài hát Silver Palomino

(A mother dies leaving her 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 so cold
Her was frosted diamonds 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 Texas thunder roll
My silver
I track her into the mountains she
Watch her the rocks above
She'd dip her neck and from the winter flows
My silver
Our were the very best, sir
But they could never lay a on her
No corral ever hold
The silver

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

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

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