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 across the sea?
From the place where be landing?

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

Oh, but I just thought you might 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 diamonds from the ocean
I'd forsake all for your sweet kiss
That's all I wish to be

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

How can, how can you ask me
it only brings me sorrow
Oh, the same 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 when I'll be coming back again
It on how I'm feeling

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

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