Luyện nghe bài hát The Dying Cowboy

As I went out walking Austin's fair city
Austin's fair city one morning in May
Was there I spoke to a handsome
All wrapped in white linen and as the clay

I see by outfit that you are a cowboy
words he did speak as I boldly stepped by
Come sit done beside me and hear my sad
For I'm shot in the breast and I I must die

Was once in the saddle, I used to go
Was once in the saddle I used to on
But then to drink and then to card playing
Was by a gambler and now I must die

Oh Beat the drum slowly, oh the fife lowly
Play the dead as you carry me along
Take me to the graveyard and throw the sod me
For I'm a poor cowboy and I know I've done wrong

Go break the news gently to my gray mother
Whisper it to my sister so dear
But is yet one far dearer than mother
Who'd fairly weep if she knew I were

Come gather round me that set of cowboys
To listen to me as I live my sad fate
And of you ride and take warning
And quit the wild roving before too late

Six cowboys to balance my coffin
Six pretty girls to sing me a song
me to the graveyard and throw the sod o'er me
For I'm just a poor and I know I've done wrong

Beat the slowly and play the fife lowly
Play the dead march as you me along
Take me to the graveyard and throw the sod me
For I'm just a poor cowboy and I know I've wrong