Luyện nghe bài hát The Dying Cowboy

As I went out walking Austin's fair city
Through Austin's fair city one in May
Was I spoke to a handsome cowboy
All wrapped in white linen and as the clay

I see by your outfit you are a cowboy
words he did speak as I boldly stepped by
Come sit beside me and hear my sad fortune
For I'm shot in the breast and I know I die

Was in the saddle, I used to go dashing
Was once in the I used to ride on
But then turned to drink and then to card
Was by a gambler and now I must die

Oh the drum slowly, oh play the fife lowly
the dead march as you carry me along
Take me to the and throw the sod o'er me
For I'm a poor cowboy and I know I've done wrong

Go break the news to my gray haired mother
Whisper it softly to my so dear
But there is yet one far dearer mother
fairly weep if she knew I were here

Come gather round me that set of jolly
To listen to me as I live my sad fate
And each of you and take warning
And quit the wild roving it's too late

Six cowboys to balance my coffin
Six pretty girls Lord to sing me a
me to the graveyard and throw the sod o'er me
For I'm just a cowboy and I know I've done wrong

Beat the drum slowly and play the lowly
Play the dead march as you carry me
me to the graveyard and throw the sod o'er me
For I'm just a poor cowboy and I know I've wrong