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 across the sea?
the place where I'll be landing?

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

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

If I had the stars of the darkest
And the diamonds from the ocean
I'd forsake them all for your sweet
That's all I to be owning

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

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

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

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

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