Luyện nghe bài hát Boots of Spanish Leather

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

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

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

Oh God, if I had the stars from the night
And the from the deepest ocean
I'd forsake all for your sweet kiss
For that's all I'm wishin' to be

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

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

Well I got a letter on a 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, heed of the Western wind
Take heed of stormy
And yes, there's something you can back to me
boots of Spanish leather