Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Hard Luck Henry

Now you expect to find a man an awful crank
staked out nigh three hundred claims and every one a blank
That's followed every stampede and seen the rise and fall
Of camps where men got in chunks and he got none at all
That's a bit of ground and sold it for a song
To see it yield a fortune to some fool that came
sunk a dozen bed-rock holes and not a speck in sight
Yet sees them take a million from the claims to and right
Now aren't things like enough to drive a man to booze
But Hard-Luck Smith was hoodoo-proof he knew the way to

Twas in the fall of nineteen four leap-year I've heard say
Hard-Luck came to Hunker Creek and took a hillside lay
And lo! as if to make amends for all the futile
Late in the year he struck it rich the real at last
The riffles of his sluicing-box were choked speckled earth
And night and day he worked lay for all that he was worth
And when in chill December's gloom his lease expired
He found that he had a stake as big as he desired

One day while on the waywardness of fate
He felt the ache of lonely man to find a fitting
A petticoated pard to cheer his life
A woman with soft soothing ways a a wife
And while he cooked his supper on his Yukon stove
He wished that he had staked a claim in rich treasure-trove
When suddenly he paused and held a Yukon egg
For there in pencilled letters was the magic of Peg

You know these Yukon eggs of ours some pink some green some
A dollar per assorted tints assorted too
The supercilious cheechako might them high
But one a taste for them and likes them by and by
Hard-Luck Henry took this egg and held it to the light
And there was more pencilling that sorely taxed his sight
At last he made it out and then the legend ran this
Will Klondike miner to Peg Plumhollow Squashville Wis

night he got to thinking of this far-off unknown fair
It seemed so sort of opportune an to his prayer
She flitted sweetly his dreams she haunted him by day
She smiled through clouds of she cheered his weary way
At last he yielded to the spell his course of he set
Wisconsin his objective his object Margaret

With every mile of sea and land his longing grew and
He practised all his pretty and these I fear were few
At last one evening with a cold chill down his spine
He found before her house the threshold of the shrine
His courage flickered to a spark then glowed sudden flame
He knocked he heard a welcome word she came his came
Oh she was as any flower and huskily he spoke
I'm all the way Klondike with a mighty heavy poke
I'm looking for a lassie one Christian name is Peg
Who sought a Klondike and who wrote it on an egg

The lassie gazed at him a space her cheeks grew red
She gazed at him with tear-bright eyes then she said
Yes lonely Klondike miner it is true my is Peg
It's also true I for you and wrote it on an egg
My heart out to someone in that land of night and cold
But oh I fear that Yukon egg must been mighty old
I waited long I and feared you should have come before
I've been a woman now for eighteen months or more
I'm sorry since come so far you ain't the one that wins
But won't you take a step I'll let you see the twins