Luyện nghe bài hát Boots of Spanish Leather

Oh, I'm sailin' away, my own true
I'm sailin' away in the
Is something I can send you from across the sea
From the place I'll be landing?
No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true
Is nothin' I'm wishin' to be
a-carry yourself back to me unspoiled
From across that lonesome
Ah, but I thought you might want something fine
of silver or of golden
Either from the of Madrid
Or from the of Barcelona
But if I had the stars of the darkest
Or the diamonds the deepest ocean
I'd forsake them all for your kiss
For all I'm wishin' to be ownin'
That I be gone a long old time
And it's this I'm askin'
Is something I can send you to remember me by?
To make time more easy passin'?
Oh, how can, how can you ask me
It brings me sorrow
The same thing I would today
I will want again
Oh, I got a letter on a day
It was her ship a-sailin'
Saying "I don't know when I'll be comin' back
It on how I'm feelin'"
If you, my love, must think way
And i'm your mind is a-roamin'
And i'm your heart is not with me
But with the country to where you're
So take heed, heed of the western winds
Take heed of the weather
And yes, there's something you can send to me...
boots of Spanish leather