Luyện nghe bài hát Silver Palomino

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

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

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

I'd give my riata and
If I could be yours
I'd ride into the serrania no one goes
For my silver
Summer drought come hard year
Our grazed the land so bare
Me and my dad had to blowtorch the thorns off the pear
And mother, your slipped from 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 of pale stone
Where the air is still with the coming
As I rise higher I can smell hair
The scent of your skin, mother, the air
'Midst the scrub pine that grows
I the silver palomino