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

In a without a headstone
a date or name
My partner lies there
In the land from I came

Long ago we rode
ridden side by side
I him like a brother
And I wept Utah died

riding up one morning
And our work was almost
The cattle started
On a and maddening run

The little daughter
Who was riding on side
Rushed in to the stampede
It was there my partner

Lenore upon her
Tried to turn the right
But her slipped beneath her
And she caught and held on

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

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

The girl soon saw her
And she turned her face
And bending in her
Tried the blanket to

Just she lost her balance
In the front of that wild
Carroll's voice the round up
"Lie still, Lenore" he

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

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

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

But such a strain upon his
Had ne'er put before
And the cinches beneath him
And he fell Lenore

When the girl from her saddle
She had dragged the blanket
It lay close beside them
Where 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
Lenore, his little friend
And as the mighty herd rushed him
He to met his end

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

The weapon like lightning
And it loud and clear
As the cattle and killed him
He dropped the leading

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

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

morning at the churchyard
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 plains the sky"

So you ask me my friend
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 Utah Carroll,
And his ride on the trail