Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Of Laredo

As I out on the streets 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 beside me an' my sad story.
"I'm in the breast an' I know I must die."

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

"Get six cowboys to carry my coffin.
"Six maidens to bear up my pall.
"Throw bunches of all over my coffin.
"Roses to the clods as they fall."

"Then beat the drum slowly, play the lowly.
"Play the dead 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 write a to my gray-haired mother,
"An' her the cowboy that she loved has gone.
"But please not one word of the man who had me.
"Don't mention his name and his will pass on."

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

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