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 cowboy wrapped in white linen,
Wrapped in 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 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 cowboys to my coffin.
"Six maidens to bear up my pall.
"Throw of roses all over my coffin.
"Roses to the clods as they fall."

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

"Then go a letter 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 name pass on."

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

We beat the drum slowly and played the lowly,
Played the dead 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.