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 is darkened
Like the clouds upon the

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

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

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

While up one morning
And our work was done
The cattle started
On a wild and run

The little daughter
Who was riding on side
Rushed in to the stampede
It was my partner died

upon her pony
Tried to turn the cattle
But her blanket slipped her
And she caught and held on

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

When the cattle saw the
Almost dragging on the
were maddened in a moment
And they with deafening sound

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

then she lost her balance
In the front of that tide
voice controlled the round up
"Lie still, Lenore" he

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

Full often the saddle
He had the trailing rope
To her up at full 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 upon his saddle
Had ne'er put before
And the cinches beneath him
And he beside Lenore

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

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

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

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

The weapon like lightning
And it loud and clear
As the rushed and killed him
He dropped the steer

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

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

Next at the churchyard
I heard the say
"Don't think our kind 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 kind
Why I am sad and
And why my is darkened
Like the clouds the hill

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