Luyện nghe bài hát Boots of Spanish Leather

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

No, there's nothing you can send me my own love
nothing I'm wishin' to be ownin'
Just yourself back to me unspoiled
From across that lonesome

Oh, that I just though you want something fine
Made of or of golden
Either from the mountains of
Or from the of Barcelona

Oh God, if I had the stars from the darkest
And the diamonds the deepest ocean
I'd forsake them all for your sweet
For all I'm wishin' to be ownin'

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

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

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

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