Luyện nghe bài hát Silver Palomino

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

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

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

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

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