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
Like the clouds the hill

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

In a without a headstone
Without a or name
My lies there silent
In the land from I came

Long ago we rode
We'd ridden by side
I loved him like a
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 little
Who was riding on side
Rushed in to stop the
It was there my died

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

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

When the cattle saw the
Almost dragging on the
They maddened in a moment
And they charged with sound

The soon saw her danger
And she her pony's face
And bending in her
Tried the to replace

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

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

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

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

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

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

took the blanket
And to Lenore he
"Lie still" and running
Waved the red thing his head

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

And as the came on him
His weapon drew
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 the leading steer

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

I down close beside him
And I that 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 friend Utah
Was on that 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 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 last on the trail