Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Basphemous Bill

I took a contract to bury the of blasphemous Bill MacKie
Whenever wherever or whatsoever the of death he die
Whether he die in the o' day or under the peak-faced moon
In cabin or dance-hall camp or dive or patent shoon

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

For Bill was a dainty of cuss and his mind was mighty sot
On a dinky patch with flowers and 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 with and a tombstone epigram

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

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

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

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

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

Oh the awful hush seemed to crush me down on every hand
As I blundered blind a trail to find through that blank and bitter land
Half dazed 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 dream I slept to lose and I waked to again
River and and mighty peak and who could stand unawed
As their summits blazed he could undazed at the foot of the throne of God

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

Ice ice like a winding-sheet sheathing each smoke-grimed wall
Ice on the stove-pipe ice on the bed ice gleaming all
ice on the dead 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 like a frog with his arms and legs
I gazed at the I'd brought for him and I gazed at the gruesome dead
And at last I spoke Bill liked his joke but goldarn his eyes
A man had ought to consider his in the way he goes and dies

Have you ever stood in an Arctic hut in the shadow of the
With a little coffin six by three and a grief you control
Have you ever sat by a frozen that looks at you with a grin
And that seems to say you may try all day but never jam me in

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

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

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

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

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