Luyện nghe bài hát Utah Carroll

arranged and by Arlo Guthrie

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

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

In a without a headstone
Without a or name
My partner lies silent
In the land from which I

Long ago we rode
ridden side by side
I loved him a brother
And I wept when died

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

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

upon her pony
Tried to turn the right
But her blanket beneath her
And she and held on tight

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

When the cattle saw the
Almost on the ground
They were in a moment
And charged with deafening sound

The girl soon saw her
And she her pony's face
And bending in her
Tried the blanket to

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

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

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

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

But such a strain upon his
Had been put before
And the gave beneath him
And he fell Lenore

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

Utah took the
And to he said
"Lie still" and quickly
Waved the red thing o'er his

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

And as the herd 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 wounds and bruises
His life ebbed away

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

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

He was a much-loved
And not to die
And we'll meet him at the up
On the plains the sky"

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 tell you all a tale
Of Utah Carroll,
And his ride on the trail