Luyện nghe bài hát Silver Palomino

(A dies leaving 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 in the sallow moon's glow
My silver
Sixteen from her withers to the ground
I lie in bed and listen to the
Of the west Texas roll
My palomino
I track her the mountains she loved
Watch her from the rocks
She'd dip her neck and drink from the flows
My palomino
Our mustaneros were the best, sir
But they could never lay a on her
No corral will ever
The silver

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

I'd my riata and spurs
If I be forever yours
I'd ride the serrania where no one goes
For my palomino
Summer drought come hard that
Our herd grazed the so bare
Me and my dad had to blowtorch the thorns off the pear
And mother, hand slipped from my hair

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