Luyện nghe bài hát Bury Me Not On The Lone Prairie

"O me not on the lone prairie"
These came low and mournfully
the pallid lips of the youth who lay
On his bed at the end of the day

"It matters not", I've often told
"Where the body when the heart grows cold"
But grant, o grant, wish to me
And me not on the lone prairie

I've wished that when I die
To be buried there on the hillside
By my father's grave, let mine be
And bury me not on the prairie

"O bury me not", and his voice there
But we took no heed of his prayer
In a narrow grave, six by three
They buried him there on the prairie