Luyện nghe bài hát Utah Carroll

arranged and adapted by Arlo

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

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

In a without a headstone
Without a or name
My partner lies silent
In the land from which I

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

While riding up one
And our was almost done
The quickly started
On a wild and run

The little daughter
Who was on that side
Rushed in to stop the
It was there my died

Lenore upon her
to turn the cattle right
But her blanket slipped her
And she caught and on tight

When we all saw that red
Each held his breath
For should her pony her
None could save the from death

When the saw the blanket
dragging on the ground
They were maddened in a
And they charged deafening sound

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

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

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

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

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

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

When the girl from her saddle
She had dragged the down
It lay there close beside
Where they lay the ground

Utah took the
And to he said
"Lie still" and quickly
Waved the red thing his head

He the maddened cattle
From Lenore, his friend
And as the mighty herd rushed 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 like lightning
And it sounded and clear
As the cattle rushed and him
He dropped the steer

When I broke through that wide
To poor Utah lay
With a wounds and bruises
His life blood ebbed

I down close beside him
And I knew that all was
As I heard him faintly
"Good-bye, my Lenore"

morning at the churchyard
I heard the say
"Don't think our friend Utah
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 kind
Why I am sad and
And why my brow is
the clouds upon the hill

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