Luyện nghe bài hát Streets of Laredo

The lament or streets of laredo (1876)
By francis henry

As I walked out in the of laredo,
As I out in laredo one day,
I spied a young cowboy wrapped up in linen,
up in white linen and cold as the clay.
"o beat the drum slowly and the fife lowly;
Play the dead as you carry me along.
Take me to the green and lay the sod o're me,
For I'm a young and I know I done wrong."

"i see by outfit that your are a cowboy."
words he did say as I boldly stepped by.
"come sit down me and hear my sad story;
I'm in the breast and I know I must die."

"my friends and relations live in the nation:
They know not their dear boy has gone.
I first came to and hired to a ranchman,
O I'm a cowboy and I know I've done wrong."

"it was once in the saddle I to go dashing:
It was in the saddle I used to go gay.
First to the dram house and then to the house,
Got shot in the breast and I'm today."

"get six jolly to carry my coffin;
Get six pretty to sing me a song.
Put bunches of all over my coffin,
Put roses to deaden the as they fall."

"go around you a group of young cowboys,
And tell them the of this my sad fate.
Tell one and the other they go further,
To their wild roving before it's too late."

"go me a cup, a cup of cold water
To cool my parched lips," the cowboy said.
I returned the spirit had left him
And gone to it's cowboy was dead.

We beat the slowly and played the fife lowly,
And wept as we bore him along.
For awe all our comrade, so brave, young, and handsome,
We all our comrade although he'd done wrong.