Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of One Eyed Mike

This is the tale that was to me by the man with the crystal eye
As I smoked my pipe in the camp-fire light and the Glories the sky
As the Northlights gleamed and curved and streamed and the of hooch was dry

A man once aimed that my life be shamed and wrought me a wrong
I vowed one day I would well repay but the heft of his was strong
He me East and he thonged me West he harried me back and forth
Till I fled in fright from his spite to the bleak bald-headed North

And there I lay and for many a day I hatched plan plan
For a golden haul of the to crush and to kill my man
And there I and there I clove through the drift of icy streams
And there I fought and there I sought for the pay-streak of my

So twenty years with their hopes and fears and smiles and and such
Went by and left me long bereft of hope of the touch
as fat as a chancel rat and lo! despite my will
In the weary I had clean lost sight of the man I sought to kill

Twas so far away evil day when I prayed to the Prince of Gloom
For the savage strength and the sullen of life to work his doom
Nor sign nor had I seen or heard and it happed so long ago
My youth was gone and my memory wan and I willed it so

It fell one night in the waning light by the oily flow
I and sat as I marvelled at the sky's port-winey glow
Till it paled away to an absinthe and the river seemed to shrink
All wobbly flakes and snakes and goblin eyes a-wink

'Twas to see and it wildered me in a queer hypnotic dream
Till I saw a spot like an inky come floating down the stream
It bobbed and it sheered and hung it romped round in a ring
It seemed to play in a way it sure was a merry thing

In freakish flights strange oily lights came round its head
Like butterflies of a monster size then I knew it for the
Its face was rubbed and and scrubbed as smooth as a shaven pate
In the silver snakes that the makes it gleamed like a dinner-plate

It gurgled near and clear and clear and and large it grew
It stood upright in a ring of light and it me through and through
It weltered round with a sound and ere I could retreat
With the witless roll of a sodden soul it to my feet

And here I swear by this Cross I I heard that floater say
I am the man whom you ran the man you sought to slay
That you may note and and gloat and say revenge is sweet
In the grit and of the river's slime I am rotting at your feet

The ill we rue we must e'en undo though it us bone from bone
So it came about that I sought you out for I prayed I atone
I did you and for long and long I sought where you might live
And now found though I'm dead and drowned I beg you to forgive

So sad it seemed and its cheek-bones and its fingers flicked the shore
And it and lay in a weary way and its hands met to implore
That I gently said poor restless dead I never work you woe
Though the wrong you rue you can ne'er undo I forgave you ago

Then wonder-wise I rubbed my eyes and I woke from a horrid
The moon high in the naked sky and something bobbed in the stream
It held my sight in a patch of light and it sheered from the shore
It dipped and sank by a hollow and I never saw it more

This was the he told to me that man so warped and gray
Ere he and dreamed and the camp-fire gleamed in his eye in a wolfish way
That crystal eye that raked the sky in the Auroral ray