Luyện nghe bài hát Utah Carroll

arranged and by Arlo Guthrie

So you ask me my friend
Why I am sad and
And why my is darkened
Like the clouds upon the

Rein in ponies closer
And tell you all a tale
Of Utah Carroll,
And his last on the trail

In a grave a headstone
Without a date or
My partner there silent
In the from which I came

Long ago we together
We'd ridden side by
I loved him like a
And I wept when Utah

While up one morning
And our work was done
The quickly started
On a wild and run

The boss's little
Who was on that side
Rushed in to the stampede
It was there my partner

upon her pony
Tried to turn the cattle
But her blanket beneath her
And she caught and held on

we all saw that red blanket
Each cowboy held his
For should her fail her
None could save the girl from

the cattle saw the blanket
Almost dragging on the
They were maddened in a
And they charged deafening sound

The girl saw her danger
And she turned her pony's
And in her saddle
the blanket to replace

Just then she lost her
In the front of that tide
voice controlled the round up
"Lie still, Lenore" he

And then up beside her
Came Utah fast
But did the poor boy know
The ride would be his

Full often the saddle
He had the trailing rope
To pick her up at speed
Was now his only

He low from his saddle
To her to his arm
We thought he'd succeeded
That the girl was safe harm

But such a upon his saddle
Had ne'er been put
And the cinches gave him
And he fell Lenore

the girl fell from her saddle
She had the blanket down
It lay there beside them
Where lay upon the ground

Utah the blanket
And to he said
"Lie still" and quickly
Waved the red thing o'er his

He the maddened cattle
Lenore, his little friend
And as the mighty herd toward him
He to met his end

And as the came on him
His weapon drew
He was bound to die
As all brave do

The weapon flashed like
And it sounded and clear
As the rushed and killed him
He dropped the steer

When I broke through wide circle
To where poor lay
With a thousand and bruises
His life blood ebbed

I down close beside him
And I knew all was o'er
As I heard him faintly
"Good-bye, my Lenore"

Next morning at the
I the preacher say
"Don't think our kind Utah
Was lost on that day

He was a cowboy
And not to die
And meet him at the round up
On the beyond the sky"

So you ask me my kind
Why I am sad and
And why my is darkened
Like the clouds upon the

Rein in ponies closer
And tell you all a tale
Of Utah Carroll,
And his last on the trail