Luyện nghe bài hát Boots Of Spanish Leather

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

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

Oh, but I thought you might want something fine
Maybe or of golden
from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of

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

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

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

Oh, I got a letter on a day
It was from his ship
Saying, I don't know when be coming back again
It depends on how I'm

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

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