Luyện nghe bài hát Boots Of Spanish Leather

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

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

Oh, but I just you might want something fine
silver or of golden
Either from the of Madrid
Or from the coast of

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

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

How can, how can you ask me
it only brings me sorrow
Oh, the same thing I would today
I would want 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 depends on how I'm

If you, my love, must think away
I'm sure 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
heed of stormy weather
And yes, there is you can send back to me
Spanish of Spanish leather