Luyện nghe bài hát Boots of Spanish Leather

I'm sailing away my own love
I'm sailing in the morning
Is their something I can send you across the sea
From the place where be landing

No there's nothing you can send me my own true
There's nothing I'm wishing to be owning
carry yourself back to me unspoiled
From that lonesome ocean

Ah but I just you might like something fine
Made of silver or of
Either from the mountains of
Or the of barcelona

And if I had the stars of the darkest
Or a diamond the deepest ocean
I'd forsake them all for your kiss
For that's all I'm to be owning

I might be gone such a long, long time
And it's that I'm asking
Is something I can send you to remember me by
To make time more, easy passing

Oh how can, oh how can you ask of me
It only me sorrow
The same that I would want from you today
I once, again tomorrow

Oh but I got a letter on a long, day
And it was from her ship a
Saying I don't know I will be back again
It depends on how I'm

Well you my love if you ask of it that way
Well I'm your mind is roamin'
And I'm sure thoughts are not with me
But with the country where you're

So take heed, heed of the western winds
Take heed of the stormy
And yes something you can send back to me
Spanish boots of spanish

(copyright bob dylan)