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 wrapped in white linen,
in white 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 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 and then down to Rose's.
"But I'm shot in the breast and I'm today."

"Get six jolly to carry 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 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 young cowboy and I know done wrong."

"Then go write a letter to my mother,
"An' tell her the cowboy she loved has gone.
"But please not one of the man who had killed me.
"Don't mention his and his name will pass 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 cowboy and he said he'd done wrong.