Luyện nghe bài hát Boots Of Spanish Leather

Oh, I'm sailing away, my own true
I'm sailing in the morning
Is there something I can send you from across the
the place where I'll be landing?

There's nothing you can send me, my own true
There's nothing I'm to be owning
Just carry yourself back to me
From that lonesome ocean

Oh, but I just thought you might want something
Maybe or of golden
Either from the of Madrid
Or from the of Barcelona

If I had the stars of the night
And the diamonds from the deepest
I'd them all for your sweet kiss
That's all I to be owning

Oh, I might be gone a ol' time
And it's that I'm asking
Is there I can send you to remember me by?
To make your time more passing?

How can, how can you ask me
Well it only brings me
Oh, the same thing I would today
I would again tomorrow

Oh, I got a letter on a day
It was his ship a-sailing
Saying, I don't when I'll be coming back again
It on how I'm feeling

If you, my love, think that away
I'm sure your is a-roaming
I'm sure your are not with me
But with the country where you're

So take heed, take heed of the western
Take heed of stormy
And yes, there is you can send back to me
Spanish boots of leather