Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of One Eyed Mike

This is the tale that was told to me by the man the crystal eye
As I my pipe in the camp-fire light and the Glories swept 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 well repay but the heft of his hate was strong
He thonged me and he thonged me West he harried me back and forth
Till I fled in fright from his peerless spite to the bleak North

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

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

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

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

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

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

It gurgled near and and clear and large and large it grew
It stood upright in a ring of light and it looked me through and
It round 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 whom you ran the man you sought to
That you may note and and gloat and say revenge is sweet
In the grit and grime of the river's 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 prayed I atone
I did you wrong and for long and long I 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 gleamed and its fingers flicked the shore
And it lapped and lay in a 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 wonder-wise I 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 patch of light and then it sheered from the
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 and dreamed and the camp-fire gleamed in his eye in a wolfish way
That crystal eye raked the sky in the weird Auroral ray