Luyện nghe bài hát Silver Palomino

(A mother dies leaving her son
to come to terms 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 frosted diamonds in the sallow moon's
My silver
Sixteen hands from her to the ground
I lie in bed and to the sound
Of the Texas thunder roll
My palomino
I her into the mountains she loved
Watch her from the above
She'd dip her and drink from the winter flows
My silver
Our mustaneros the very best, sir
But could never lay a rope on her
No corral will hold
The silver

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

I'd my riata and spurs
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 off the prickly pear
And mother, hand slipped from my hair

Tonight I early the sky is pearl, the stars aglow
I saddle up my red
I ride deep into the mountains along a ridge of stone
Where the air is with the coming snow
As I rise higher I can smell hair
The of your skin, mother, fills the air
'Midst the harsh pine that grows
I watch the silver