Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Of Laredo

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

"I can see by your outfit 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 in the saddle, I used 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 the clods as they fall."

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

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

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

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