Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of One Eyed Mike

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then I rubbed my eyes and I woke from a horrid dream
The rode high in the naked sky and something bobbed in the stream
It held my sight in a patch of light and then it from the shore
It dipped and sank by a bank and I never saw it more

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