Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of One Eyed Mike

This is the tale that was told to me by the man with the 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 my life be shamed and wrought me a deathly wrong
I vowed one day I would repay but the heft 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 bleak bald-headed

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

So years with their hopes and fears and smiles 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 clean lost 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 length of life to work his doom
Nor sign nor word had I seen or 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 flow
I and sat as I marvelled at the sky's port-winey glow
Till it paled to an absinthe gray and the river seemed to shrink
All wobbly and wriggling snakes and goblin eyes a-wink

'Twas weird to see and it wildered me in a queer dream
Till I saw a like an inky 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 merry

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

It near and clear 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 Cross I I heard that floater say
I am the man from you ran the man you sought to slay
That you may note and gaze and gloat and say revenge is
In the grit and grime of the slime I am rotting at your feet

The ill we rue we must 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 and long I sought where you might live
And now you're found though I'm dead and drowned I beg you to

So sad it seemed and its cheek-bones gleamed and its fingers flicked the
And it lapped and lay in a weary way and its met to implore
That I gently said poor restless dead I would work you woe
the wrong you rue you can ne'er undo I forgave you long ago

Then wonder-wise I rubbed my 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 from the
It dipped and sank by a hollow and I never saw it more

This was the tale he told to me 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 weird ray