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 upon the hill

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

In a grave without a
Without a date or
My partner lies there
In the land from I came

ago we rode together
We'd ridden side by
I loved him a brother
And I when Utah 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 that
Rushed in to stop the
It was there my partner

Lenore her pony
to turn the cattle right
But her slipped beneath her
And she caught and on tight

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

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

The girl soon saw her
And she turned her pony's
And bending in her
the blanket to replace

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And as the herd on him
His weapon quickly
He was to die defended
As all cowboys do

The weapon flashed lightning
And it sounded and clear
As the rushed and killed him
He dropped the steer

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

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

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

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