Luyện nghe bài hát Boots of Spanish Leather

I'm sailin' away my own true
I'm sailin' in the mornin'
Is there something I can you from across the sea
From the place that 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 across lonesome ocean

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

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

That I might be gone a long old
And it's that 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 thing I would want from you
I would want tomorrow

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

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