Luyện nghe bài hát Utah Carroll

arranged and adapted by Guthrie

So you ask me my kind
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 Carroll, partner
And his ride on the trail

In a grave a headstone
Without a date or
My lies there silent
In the land from which I

Long ago we rode
We'd side by side
I loved him a brother
And I wept Utah died

riding up one morning
And our was almost done
The cattle quickly
On a wild and run

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

Lenore her pony
to turn the cattle right
But her blanket beneath her
And she and held on tight

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

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

The girl saw her danger
And she turned her face
And in her saddle
Tried the to replace

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

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

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

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

But such a strain upon his
Had ne'er been put
And the gave beneath him
And he fell beside

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

Utah took the
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 rushed toward him
He to met his end

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

The weapon flashed lightning
And it loud and clear
As the rushed and killed him
He dropped the leading

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

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

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

He was a cowboy
And not to die
And we'll meet him at the 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

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