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 brow is
Like the clouds the hill

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

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

Long ago we rode
We'd ridden by side
I loved him like a
And I wept when Utah

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

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

upon her pony
Tried to the cattle right
But her slipped beneath her
And she caught and held on

When we all saw that red
Each held his breath
For should her fail her
could save the girl from death

When the cattle saw the
Almost dragging on the
were maddened in a moment
And charged with deafening sound

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When I through that wide circle
To where Utah lay
a thousand wounds and bruises
His life blood away

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

morning at the churchyard
I heard the say
"Don't think our kind 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 friend
Why I am sad and
And why my brow is
the clouds upon the hill

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