Luyện nghe bài hát Boots of Spanish Leather

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got a letter on a lonesome day
It was from her a sailin'
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, something you can send back to me
Spanish boots of Spanish