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 light and the Glories swept the sky
As the Northlights gleamed and curved and streamed and the bottle of was dry

A man once aimed my life 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
Till I fled in fright his peerless spite to the bleak bald-headed North

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

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

Twas so far away that evil day when I to the Prince of Gloom
For the savage and the sullen length 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 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 paled away to an gray and the river seemed to shrink
All flakes and wriggling 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 blot come down the stream
It bobbed and swung it sheered and hung it round in a ring
It seemed to play in a tricksome way it sure was a merry

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

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

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

The ill we rue we must undo though it rive us bone from bone
So it came that I sought you out for I prayed I might 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 gleamed 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 would never 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 bobbed in the
It held my sight in a patch of and then it sheered from the shore
It dipped and by a hollow 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 eye that raked the sky in the weird Auroral ray