Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of One Eyed Mike

This is the that 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 and the bottle of hooch was dry

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

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

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

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

It fell one night in the waning by the Yukon's oily flow
I smoked and sat as I marvelled at the sky's port-winey
Till it away 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 wildered me in a queer dream
Till I saw a spot like an inky blot come floating down the
It bobbed and swung it sheered and it romped round in a ring
It seemed to play in a way it sure was a merry thing

In freakish flights strange oily came fluttering round its head
Like butterflies of a size then I knew it for the Dead
Its face was rubbed and slicked and 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 upright in a ring of light and it looked me through and through
It weltered with a woozy sound and ere I could retreat
the witless roll of a sodden soul it wantoned to my feet

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

The ill we rue we must e'en though it rive us bone from bone
So it came about that I sought you out for I I might atone
I did you and for long and long I sought where you might live
And now you're found though I'm dead and 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 you rue you can ne'er undo I forgave you long ago

Then I rubbed my eyes and I woke from a horrid dream
The moon rode high in the naked sky and something in the stream
It held my in a patch of light and then 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
crystal eye that raked the sky in the weird Auroral ray