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 that you are a cowboy."
These words he did say as I walked by.
"Come an' sit down me an' hear my sad story.
"I'm shot in the 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 down to Rose's.
"But I'm in the breast and I'm dying today."

"Get six jolly cowboys to my coffin.
"Six dance-hall to bear up my pall.
"Throw of roses all over my coffin.
"Roses to deaden the clods as fall."

"Then the drum slowly, play the Fife lowly.
"Play the march as you carry 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 cowboy she loved has gone.
"But please not one 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 took the young cowboy down to the valley,
And there stands his marker, we made, to day.

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