Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Basphemous Bill

I took a contract to bury the body of blasphemous MacKie
Whenever wherever or the manner of death he die
Whether he die in the light o' day or the peak-faced moon
In cabin or camp or dive mucklucks or patent shoon

On velvet tundra or virgin peak by glacier or draw
In muskeg hollow or canyon gloom by fang or claw
By battle or sudden wealth by pestilence hooch or lead
I swore on the I would follow and look till I found my tombless dead

For Bill was a dainty kind of cuss and his mind was sot
On a dinky patch with and grass in a civilized boneyard lot
And he died or how he died it didn't matter a damn
So long as he had a grave frills and a tombstone epigram

So I him and he paid the price in good cheechako coin
the same I blowed in that very night down in the Tenderloin
Then I painted a slab of pine here lies poor Bill MacKie
And I it up on my cabin wall and waited for Bill to die

passed away and at last one day came a squaw with a story strange
Of a long-deserted line of way back of the Bighorn range
Of a little hut by the great divide and a white man and still
Lying by his lonesome self and I figured it must be Bill

So I thought of the contract I'd made with him and I took down from the
The swell box with the silver plate he'd picked out for hisself
And I packed it full of grub and hooch and I it on the sleigh
Then I harnessed up my team of dogs and was off at of day

You know what it's like in the wild when it's sixty-nine below
When the ice-worms wriggle their heads through the crust of the pale blue snow
When the pine trees like little guns in the silence of the wood
And the icicles hang down like tusks under the hood

When the stove-pipe smoke breaks sudden off and the sky is lit
And the careless feel of a bit of burns like a red-hot spit
When the mercury is a frozen ball and the frost-fiend stalks to
Well it was just that that day when I set out to look for Bill

Oh the awful that seemed to crush me down on every hand
As I blundered blind with a trail to find through that and bitter land
Half half crazed in the winter wild with its grim heartbraking woes
And the ruthless for a grip on life that only the sourdough knows

North by the compass I pressed river and peak and plain
Passed like a I slept to lose and I waked to dream again
River and and mighty peak and who could stand unawed
As their summits blazed he could stand undazed at the of the throne of God

North aye North through a land accurst shunned by the scouring
And all I heard was my own harsh and the whine of the malamutes
Till at last I to a cabin squat built in the side of a hill
And I burst in the door and there on the frozen to death lay Bill

Ice white ice a winding-sheet sheathing each smoke-grimed wall
Ice on the stove-pipe ice on the bed ice over all
Sparkling ice on the man's chest glittering ice in his hair
Ice on his fingers ice in his heart ice in his glassy

Hard as a log and trussed a frog with his arms and legs outspread
I at the coffin I'd brought for him and I gazed at the gruesome dead
And at last I spoke Bill liked his joke but still goldarn his
A man had ought to his mates in the way he goes and dies

you ever stood in an Arctic hut in the shadow of the Pole
With a little coffin six by three and a you can't control
Have you sat by a frozen corpse that looks at you with a grin
And that to say you may try all day but you'll never jam me in

I'm not a man of the quitting kind but I never so blue
As I sat there gazing at stiff and studying what I'd do
Then I rose and I kicked off the husky dogs that nosing round about
And I lit a roaring fire in the and I started to thaw Bill out

Well I thawed and I thawed for thirteen days but it didn't seem no
His arms and his legs stuck out like pegs as if they were of wood
Till at last I it ain't no use he's froze too hard to thaw
He's obstinate and he won't lie so I guess I got to saw

So I sawed off poor Bill's arms and legs and I laid him snug and
In the little coffin he picked with the dinky silver plate
And I came nigh to shedding a tear as I nailed him safely down
Then I stowed him away in my Yukon and I started back to town

So I him as the contract was in a narrow grave and deep
And there he's waiting the Great Clean-up when the the Judgment sluice-heads
And I smoke my and I meditate in the light of the Midnight Sun
And sometimes I wonder if they was the awful things I

And as I sit and the talks expounding of the Law
I often think of old Bill and how hard he was to saw