Luyện nghe bài hát Utah Carroll

arranged and adapted by Guthrie

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

Rein in your ponies
And I'll you all a tale
Of Utah Carroll,
And his ride 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 by side
I loved him a brother
And I wept when died

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

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

Lenore her pony
to turn the cattle right
But her blanket slipped her
And she caught and held on

When we all saw red blanket
Each held his breath
For should her pony her
None could save the from death

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

The soon saw her danger
And she turned her face
And bending in her
Tried the to replace

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

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

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

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

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

the girl fell from her saddle
She had dragged the blanket
It lay there close beside
Where they lay upon the

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

He turned the cattle
From Lenore, his little
And as the mighty herd rushed him
He to met his end

And as the herd on him
His quickly drew
He was to die defended
As all brave do

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

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

I down close beside him
And I knew that all was
As I him faintly whisper
"Good-bye, my Lenore"

morning at the churchyard
I the preacher say
"Don't think our kind friend
Was on that great day

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

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

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