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 in the camp-fire light and the Glories swept the sky
As the Northlights gleamed and and streamed and the bottle of hooch was dry

A man once aimed that my life be shamed and wrought me a deathly
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 from his peerless spite to the 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 the drift of icy streams
And there I fought and there I 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 of hope of the Midas touch
About as fat as a rat and lo! despite my will
In the fight I had clean lost sight of the man I sought to kill

Twas so far away that evil day I prayed 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 so long ago
My youth was gone and my memory wan and I willed it so

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

'Twas weird to see and it me in a queer hypnotic 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 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 smooth as a shaven
In the silver snakes that the water makes it gleamed like a

It gurgled 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 with a 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 that floater 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 grit and grime of the river's slime I am rotting at your

The ill we rue we must e'en undo 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 though I'm dead and drowned I beg you to forgive

So sad it seemed and its cheek-bones 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 you rue you can ne'er undo I forgave you long ago

Then wonder-wise I rubbed my eyes and I woke from a dream
The moon rode high in the sky and something bobbed in the stream
It my sight in a patch of light and then it sheered from the shore
It dipped and sank by a hollow bank and I saw it more

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