Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of One Eyed Mike

This is the that was told 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 my life be shamed and wrought me a deathly wrong
I vowed one day I would well repay but the heft of his was strong
He thonged me East and he thonged me West he me back and forth
Till I fled in fright from his peerless to the bleak bald-headed North

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

So twenty years with their and fears and smiles and tears and such
Went by and left me long bereft of 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 sought to

Twas so far away that evil day when I prayed to the 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 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 seemed to shrink
All wobbly flakes and wriggling and goblin eyes a-wink

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

In freakish flights oily lights came fluttering round its head
Like butterflies of a monster size then I knew it for the
Its face was and slicked and scrubbed as smooth 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 and large it grew
It stood upright in a of light and it looked me through and through
It weltered round with a woozy sound and ere I retreat
With the witless roll of a sodden soul it to my feet

And here I swear by this Cross I I heard that floater say
I am the man from whom you ran the man you to slay
That you may note and gaze and gloat and say revenge is
In the grit and grime of the river's slime I am rotting at your

The ill we rue we must e'en undo though it us bone from bone
So it came about that I sought you out for I prayed I atone
I did you wrong and for long and long I sought where you might
And now you're found though I'm dead and drowned I beg you to

So sad it and its cheek-bones 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 never work you woe
Though the wrong you rue you can ne'er undo I forgave you ago

wonder-wise 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 the shore
It dipped and sank by a hollow bank and I saw it more

This was the tale he told to me that man so and gray
Ere he slept and dreamed and the camp-fire in his eye in a wolfish way
That crystal eye that raked the sky in the Auroral ray