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 is darkened
the clouds upon the hill

Rein in your ponies
And tell you all a tale
Of Utah Carroll,
And his last on the trail

In a grave without a
Without a or name
My partner lies there
In the land from which I

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

While up one morning
And our work was 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 there my died

Lenore her pony
Tried to turn the right
But her blanket slipped her
And she and held on tight

we all saw that red blanket
Each cowboy his breath
For should her fail her
None could save the girl death

When the saw the blanket
Almost dragging on the
They were maddened in a
And charged with deafening sound

The soon saw her danger
And she turned her pony's
And in her saddle
Tried the to replace

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

And then up beside her
Came Utah riding
But little did the poor boy
The would be his last

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When I broke that wide circle
To where poor lay
a thousand wounds and bruises
His life blood ebbed

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 the preacher say
"Don't think our friend Utah
Was on that great day

He was a cowboy
And not to die
And meet him at the round up
On the beyond the sky"

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

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