Luyện nghe bài hát The Dying Cowboy

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

I see by your that you are a cowboy
These words he did speak as I boldly by
Come sit done beside me and my sad fortune
For I'm in the breast and I know I must die

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

Oh Beat the drum slowly, oh the fife lowly
Play the 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 know I've wrong

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

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

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

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