Luyện nghe bài hát Utah Carol

And now, my friends, you've asked me what me sad and still
And why my brow is like the clouds upon the hill
Run in your ponies and I'll tell to you my tale
Of Utah Carol my and his last ride on the trail

We rode the range and rode it side by side
I loved him like a brother and I wept when died
We rounding up one morning when work was almost done
When on his the cattle started on a frightened run

Underneath the that the boss's daughter rode
Utah, that very morning had a bright red robe
So, the saddle might ride for Lenore, his little friend
And it was this red blanket that him to his end

The blanket was now dragging her on the ground
The frightened cattle saw it and charged it with a
Lenore then saw her danger and her pony's face
And leaning in the saddle tied the to its place

But in leaning lost her balance, fell in front of that tide
"Lay Lenore, I'm coming", were the words that Utah cried
His faithful pony saw her and reached her in a
I thought he'd been successful and raised her the ground

But the weight upon the saddle had not been before
His back snapped like thunder and he fell by Lenore
Picking up the he swung it over his head
And started the prairie, "Lay still Lenore" he said

When he got the stampede turned and Lenore his friend
He turned to face the cattle and his fatal end
His six gun flashed like lightning, the report loud and clear
As the cattle rushed and killed him he dropped the steer

On his funeral morning, I the preacher say
I hope we'll all Utah at the roundup far away
Then wrapped him in a blanket that saved his little friend
And it was red blanket that brought him to his end