Luyện nghe bài hát Silver Palomino

(A mother dies leaving her son
to to terms with the loss.
In remembrance of 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 palomino
Sixteen hands her withers to the ground
I lie in bed and to the sound
Of the west thunder roll
My silver
I track her into the mountains she
her from the rocks above
She'd dip her neck and drink from the flows
My silver
Our mustaneros the very best, sir
But could never lay a rope on her
No corral will ever
The palomino

In my dreams I ride
Over the low and wide
As the sweeps out the draw
'Cross the scrub desert

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

Tonight I wake early the sky is pearl, the stars
I saddle up my red
I ride deep the mountains along a ridge of pale stone
Where the air is still with the coming
As I rise higher I can your hair
The of your skin, mother, fills the air
the harsh scrub pine that grows
I watch the palomino