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 ponies closer
And I'll tell you all a
Of Utah Carroll,
And his last on the trail

In a without a headstone
Without a date or
My lies there silent
In the from which I came

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

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

The boss's little
Who was riding on side
Rushed in to the stampede
It was there my died

Lenore upon her
Tried to turn the right
But her slipped beneath her
And she caught and on tight

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

When the cattle saw the
dragging on the ground
They were maddened in a
And they charged with deafening

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

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

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

often from 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 succeeded
That the girl was from harm

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

When the fell from her saddle
She had dragged the 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 cattle
From Lenore, his friend
And as the herd rushed 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 like lightning
And it loud and clear
As the cattle rushed and him
He the leading steer

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

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

Next morning at the
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 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 clouds upon the

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