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 brow is
Like the clouds upon the

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

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

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

While riding up one
And our work was almost
The cattle started
On a wild and run

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

Lenore upon her
to turn the cattle right
But her slipped beneath her
And she and held on tight

When we all saw red blanket
cowboy held his breath
For should her pony her
could save the girl from death

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

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

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

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

Full from the saddle
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 thought that he'd
That the girl was safe from

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

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

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

He the maddened cattle
From Lenore, his friend
And as the mighty 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 sounded loud and
As the rushed and killed him
He dropped the steer

When I through that wide circle
To poor Utah lay
With a thousand wounds and
His life ebbed away

I knelt down 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 great 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 kind
Why I am sad and
And why my is darkened
Like the clouds the hill

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