Luyện nghe bài hát The Dying Cowboy

As I went out walking Austin's fair city
Through Austin's city one morning in May
Was there I 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 done beside me and hear my sad
For I'm shot in the breast and I I must die

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

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

Go break the news gently to my haired mother
it softly to my sister so dear
But there is yet one far than mother
Who'd fairly if she knew I were here

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

Six jolly cowboys to my coffin
Six pretty Lord to sing me a song
Take me to the graveyard and throw the sod me
For I'm just a cowboy and I know I've done wrong

Beat the drum and play the fife 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 cowboy and I know I've done wrong