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 gleamed and curved and streamed and the bottle of hooch was dry

A man once aimed that my life be shamed and wrought me a 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
I fled in fright from his peerless spite to the bleak bald-headed North

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

So twenty years their hopes and fears 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 sight of the man I sought to

Twas so far away that evil day I prayed to the Prince of Gloom
For the savage strength and the sullen of life to work his doom
Nor sign nor word had I or heard and it happed so long ago
My youth was gone and my memory wan and I it even 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 to an absinthe gray and the river seemed to shrink
All wobbly and wriggling snakes and goblin eyes a-wink

'Twas to see and it wildered me in a queer hypnotic dream
Till I saw a spot like an inky blot come 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 freakish flights strange oily lights fluttering round its head
Like of a monster 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 like a dinner-plate

It near and clear and clear and large and large it grew
It stood upright in a of light and it looked me through and through
It weltered round 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 this Cross I wear I heard floater say
I am the man whom you ran the man you sought to slay
That you may note and gaze and gloat and say is sweet
In the grit and of the river's slime I am rotting at your feet

The ill we rue we must e'en undo though it rive us from bone
So it about that I sought you out for I prayed I might atone
I did you wrong and for long and I sought where you might live
And now found 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 and lay in a weary way and its hands met to implore
That I gently said restless dead I would never work you woe
Though the wrong you rue you can ne'er 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 it sheered from the shore
It dipped and sank by a hollow bank and I never saw it

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 raked the sky in the weird Auroral ray