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 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 deathly
I vowed one day I would well repay but the of his hate was strong
He thonged me East and he me West he harried me back and forth
Till I in fright from his peerless spite to the bleak bald-headed North

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

So twenty years with their hopes and and smiles and tears and such
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 lost 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 length of life to work his
Nor nor word had I seen or heard and it happed so long ago
My youth was and my memory wan and I willed it even so

It fell one 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 gray and the river seemed to shrink
All wobbly flakes and wriggling and goblin eyes a-wink

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

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

It gurgled near and 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 roll of a sodden soul it wantoned to my feet

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

So sad it seemed and its cheek-bones gleamed and its fingers 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 wonder-wise I rubbed my and I woke from a horrid dream
The moon rode in the naked 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 by a hollow bank and I never saw it more

This was the tale he 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 raked the sky in the Auroral ray