Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Of Laredo

As I walked out on the of Laredo.
As I out on Laredo one day,
I spied a cowboy wrapped 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 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 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, the Fife lowly.
"Play the dead march as you me along.
"Take me to the green valley, lay the sod me,
"I'm a young cowboy and I know done wrong."

"Then go write a to my gray-haired mother,
"An' her the cowboy that she loved has gone.
"But not one word of the man who had killed 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 the young 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 march as we him along.
Down in the green valley, laid the sod him.
He was a young and he said he'd done wrong.