Luyện nghe bài hát Boots of Spanish Leather

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So take heed, heed of the western winds
Take heed of the weather
And yes there's something you can send to me
Spanish of spanish leather

(copyright bob dylan)