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 in white 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 down me an' hear 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 card-house and then 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 deaden the clods as 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 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 his name and his name will pass on."

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

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