Luyện nghe bài hát Boots of Spanish Leather

I'm sailin' my own true love
I'm sailin' in the mornin'
Is something I can send you from across the sea
From the place I'll be landin'?

No, there's you can send me my own true love
There's nothing I'm to be ownin'
Just carry back to me unspoiled
across that lonesome ocean

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

Oh God, if I had the stars the darkest night
And the diamonds from the ocean
I'd forsake them all for sweet kiss
For that's all I'm to be ownin'

That I might be gone a long old
And it's only I'm askin'
Is there I can send you to remember me by
To make your time more easy

Oh how can, how can you ask me
It only me sorrow
For the same thing I would want from you
I want again tomorrow

I got a letter on a lonesome day
It was from her ship a
Sayin', "I don't when I'll be comin' back again
on how I'm feelin'"

So take heed, take of the Western wind
Take heed of weather
And yes, there's something you can send to me
Spanish boots of Spanish