Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Of Laredo

As I out on the streets of Laredo.
As I walked out on one day,
I spied a poor cowboy wrapped in linen,
Wrapped in linen as cold as the clay.

"I can see by your that you are a cowboy."
words he did say as I boldly walked by.
"Come an' sit beside me an' hear my sad story.
"I'm shot in the breast an' I know I die."

"It was once in the saddle, I to go dashing.
"Once in the saddle, I to go gay.
"First to the card-house and then to Rose's.
"But I'm in the breast and I'm dying today."

"Get six jolly cowboys to my coffin.
"Six dance-hall to bear up my pall.
"Throw of roses all over my coffin.
"Roses to deaden the clods as fall."

"Then beat the drum slowly, the Fife lowly.
"Play the dead as you carry me along.
"Take me to the green valley, lay the sod me,
"I'm a young and I know I've done wrong."

"Then go a letter to my gray-haired mother,
"An' tell her the that she loved has gone.
"But please not one word of the man who had me.
"Don't mention his name and his name pass on."

When he had spoken, the hot sun was setting.
The streets of Laredo cold as the clay.
We took the cowboy down to the green valley,
And there his marker, we made, to this day.

We beat the slowly and played the Fife lowly,
Played the dead as we carried him along.
Down in the valley, laid the sod o'er him.
He was a young cowboy and he said done wrong.