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 and the bottle of hooch was dry

A man once aimed that my life be and wrought me a deathly wrong
I vowed one day I well repay but the heft of his hate was strong
He thonged me East and he thonged me he harried me back and forth
Till I fled in 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 to crush and to kill my man
And there I strove and there I clove the drift of icy streams
And there I fought and there I sought for the of my dreams

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

Twas so far away that evil day when I prayed to the Prince of
For the savage strength and the sullen of life to work his doom
Nor nor word 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 by the Yukon's oily flow
I smoked and sat as I at the sky's port-winey glow
Till it paled away to an absinthe gray and the seemed to shrink
All wobbly flakes and wriggling snakes and goblin a-wink

weird to see and it wildered me in a queer hypnotic dream
Till I saw a spot like an inky blot come floating down the
It and swung it sheered and hung it romped round in a ring
It seemed to play in a tricksome way it sure was a merry

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

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

And here I swear by this I wear I heard that floater say
I am the man from whom you ran the man you to slay
That you may note and 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 us bone from bone
So it came about that I you out for I prayed I might atone
I did you wrong and for long and long I sought where you live
And now you're found though I'm dead and drowned I beg you to

So sad it seemed and its gleamed and its fingers flicked the shore
And it lapped and lay in a weary way and its hands met to
That I gently poor restless dead I would never work you woe
Though the wrong you rue you can ne'er undo I 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 sight in a of light and then it sheered from the shore
It dipped and sank by a bank and I never saw it more

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