Luyện nghe bài hát Silver Palomino

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

I was barely 13 old
She out of the Guadalupe's on a night so cold
Her coat was frosted diamonds in the moon's glow
My silver
Sixteen hands from her to the ground
I lie in bed and listen to the
Of the west thunder roll
My silver
I her into the mountains she loved
Watch her from the above
She'd dip her neck and from the winter flows
My palomino
Our mustaneros were the best, sir
But they never lay a rope on her
No corral will hold
The palomino

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

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 grazed the land so bare
Me and my dad had to blowtorch the thorns off the prickly
And mother, your slipped from my hair

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