Luyện nghe bài hát Utah Carroll

arranged and adapted by Arlo

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

Rein in your ponies
And I'll you all a tale
Of Utah Carroll,
And his last ride on the

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

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

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

The little daughter
Who was on that side
Rushed in to stop the
It was there my partner

Lenore upon her
Tried to turn the cattle
But her blanket slipped her
And she caught and on tight

When we all saw red blanket
cowboy held his breath
For her pony fail her
None could save the girl death

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

The girl saw her danger
And she her pony's face
And in her saddle
Tried the blanket to

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

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

Full from the saddle
He had caught the rope
To her up at full speed
Was now his hope

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

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

When the fell from her saddle
She had dragged the down
It lay there close them
they lay upon the ground

Utah the blanket
And to Lenore he
"Lie still" and running
Waved the red thing his head

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

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

The flashed like lightning
And it loud and clear
As the cattle and killed him
He the leading steer

When I broke through wide circle
To poor Utah lay
a thousand wounds and bruises
His blood ebbed away

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

morning at the churchyard
I heard the say
"Don't think our friend Utah
Was lost on that day

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

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

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