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 my pipe in the camp-fire 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 that my life be shamed and me a deathly wrong
I vowed one day I would well repay but the heft of his hate was
He me East and he thonged me West 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 plan after plan
For a golden of the wherewithal to crush and to kill my man
And I strove and there I clove through the drift of icy streams
And there I fought and there I sought for the of my dreams

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

Twas so far away that 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 word had I seen or heard and it happed so ago
My youth was gone and my wan and I willed it even so

It one night in the waning light 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 river seemed to
All wobbly flakes and snakes and goblin eyes a-wink

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

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

It gurgled near and clear and clear and large and large it
It stood upright in a ring of light and it me through and through
It weltered round with a woozy sound and ere I 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
That you may note and gaze and gloat and say is sweet
In the grit and grime of the river's slime I am at your 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 and long I sought 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 gleamed and its flicked the shore
And it lapped and lay in a weary way and its hands met to
That I gently said restless 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 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 light and then it sheered 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 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