Luyện nghe bài hát Utah Carroll

arranged and by Arlo Guthrie

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

Rein in your closer
And I'll you all a tale
Of Carroll, partner
And his last on the trail

In a grave without a
Without a or name
My partner lies silent
In the land from which I

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

While riding up one
And our was almost done
The cattle started
On a wild and run

The boss's daughter
Who was riding on that
Rushed in to the stampede
It was my partner died

upon her pony
Tried to the cattle right
But her blanket beneath her
And she caught and on tight

we all saw that red blanket
Each cowboy held his
For should her pony her
could save the girl from death

When the saw the blanket
Almost on the ground
They were in a moment
And they charged with sound

The girl soon saw her
And she her pony's face
And bending in her
Tried the to replace

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

And then up beside her
Came Utah riding
But little did the poor boy
The ride be his last

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

He swung low his saddle
To her to his arm
We thought that succeeded
That the girl was from harm

But a strain upon his saddle
Had been put before
And the cinches beneath him
And he fell beside

When the fell from her saddle
She had the blanket down
It lay close beside them
Where they lay upon the

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

He the maddened cattle
From Lenore, his little
And as the herd rushed 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 lightning
And it loud and clear
As the cattle and killed him
He the leading steer

When I broke through that wide
To where poor lay
With a thousand wounds and
His life blood away

I knelt down close him
And I that all was o'er
As I heard him whisper
"Good-bye, my Lenore"

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

He was a much-loved
And not to die
And we'll him at the round up
On the plains the sky"

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

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