Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Of Laredo

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

"I can see by your that you are a cowboy."
These he did say as I boldly walked by.
"Come an' sit down me an' hear my sad story.
"I'm shot in the breast an' I I must 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 to carry my coffin.
"Six dance-hall to bear up my pall.
"Throw of roses all over my coffin.
"Roses to deaden the as they fall."

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

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

When he had spoken, the hot sun was setting.
The of Laredo grew 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,
the dead march as we carried him along.
Down in the valley, laid the sod o'er him.
He was a young cowboy and he said he'd wrong.