Luyện nghe bài hát Utah Carroll

arranged and adapted by Guthrie

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 tell you all a tale
Of Carroll, partner
And his last on the trail

In a grave a headstone
a date or name
My lies there silent
In the land from I came

Long ago we together
We'd side by side
I loved him a brother
And I wept when Utah

While up one morning
And our was almost done
The quickly started
On a and maddening run

The boss's daughter
Who was riding on that
Rushed in to stop the
It was there my partner

Lenore upon her
Tried to turn the cattle
But her blanket beneath her
And she and held on tight

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

When the saw the blanket
Almost on the ground
They were in a moment
And they with deafening sound

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

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

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

often from the saddle
He had the trailing rope
To pick her up at speed
Was now his hope

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

But such a strain upon his
Had ne'er been put
And the cinches beneath him
And he beside Lenore

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

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

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

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

The weapon like lightning
And it sounded loud and
As the cattle rushed and him
He dropped the leading

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

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

Next morning at the
I heard the say
"Don't our kind friend Utah
Was on that great day

He was a much-loved
And not to die
And we'll him at the round up
On the plains the sky"

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

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