Luyện nghe bài hát Boots Of Spanish Leather

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

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

Oh, but I just you might want something fine
Maybe or of golden
Either the mountains of Madrid
Or the coast of Barcelona

If I had the of the darkest night
And the from the deepest ocean
I'd forsake them all for your sweet
all I wish to be owning

Oh, I might be a long ol' time
And only that I'm asking
Is something I can send you to remember me by?
To make your time more easy

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

Oh, I got a letter on a day
It was his ship a-sailing
Saying, I don't know when I'll be 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 thoughts are not me
But with the where you're going

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