Luyện nghe bài hát Boots Of Spanish Leather

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

There's nothing you can send me, my own true
There's nothing I'm wishing to be
carry yourself back to me unspoiled
From across that ocean

Oh, but I just thought you might want fine
Maybe silver or of
from the mountains of Madrid
Or the coast of Barcelona

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

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

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 from his ship
Saying, I don't when I'll be coming back again
It on how I'm feeling

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

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