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 and curved 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 heft of his hate was
He thonged me East and he thonged me West he harried me back and
Till I fled in fright from his peerless spite to the bleak North

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

So twenty years with 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 chancel rat and lo! despite my
In the weary fight I had clean lost sight of the man I to kill

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

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

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

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

It gurgled near and clear and clear and and large it grew
It stood in a ring of light and it looked me through and through
It weltered with 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 heard 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 feet

The ill we rue we e'en undo though it rive us bone from bone
So it about that I sought you out for I prayed I might atone
I did you wrong and for long and long I sought where you 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 lapped and lay in a weary way and its hands met to
That I gently said poor restless dead I would work you woe
Though the wrong you rue you can undo I forgave you long ago

Then I rubbed my eyes and I woke from a horrid dream
The moon rode high in the sky and something bobbed in the stream
It held my sight in a patch of light and then it sheered from the
It dipped and sank by a hollow and I never saw it more

This was the tale he told to me that man so warped and
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