Luyện nghe bài hát Bury Me Not On The Lone Prairie

"O bury me not on the prairie"
words came low and mournfully
From the pallid lips of the who lay
On his bed at the end of the day

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

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

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