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 poor cowboy wrapped in linen,
in white linen as cold as the clay.

"I can see by outfit that you are a cowboy."
words 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 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 shot in the and I'm dying today."

"Get six jolly cowboys to my coffin.
"Six dance-hall maidens to 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 march as you carry me along.
"Take me to the green valley, lay the sod me,
"I'm a cowboy and I know I've done wrong."

"Then go write a to my gray-haired mother,
"An' tell her the that she loved has gone.
"But not one word of the man who had killed me.
"Don't mention his name and his name will on."

When 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 stands his marker, we made, to 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.