Luyện nghe bài hát Cremation Of Sam Mcgee

There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for
The Arctic trails their secret tales that would make your blood run cold
The Northern Lights have queer sights but the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam McGee

Now Sam McGee was from where the cotton blooms and blows
Why he his home in the South to roam round the Pole God only knows
He was always cold but the land of gold seemed to him like a spell
Though he'd often say in his homely way that he'd sooner in hell

On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way the Dawson trail
Talk of your cold through the fold it stabbed like a driven nail
If our eyes we'd close the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn't see
It much fun but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee

And that night as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow
And the dogs fed and the stars o'er head were dancing heel and toe
He turned to me and Cap says he I'll cash in trip I guess
And if I do I'm that you won't refuse my last request

Well he seemed so low that I say no then he says with a sort of moan
It's the cursed cold and it's got right hold till I'm clean through to the bone
Yet taint being dead it's my awful dread of the icy grave that
So I want you to swear that foul or fair you'll my last remains

A pal's last need is a thing to heed so I swore I not fail
And we started on at the streak of but God! he looked ghastly pale
He crouched on the sleigh and he all day of his home in Tennessee
And before nightfall a corpse was all that was of Sam McGee

There wasn't a breath in that land of death and I hurried
With a corpse half hid I couldn't get rid because of a promise given
It was lashed to the sleigh and it seemed to say you may tax your and brains
But you promised true and it's up to you to cremate last remains

Now a promise made is a debt and the trail has its own stern code
In the days to come though my lips were in my heart how I cursed that load
In the long long by the lone firelight while the huskies round in a ring
Howled out their woes to the homeless snows oh God! how I loathed the

And every day that quiet seemed to heavy and heavier grow
And on I went though the dogs spent and the grub was getting low
The trail was bad and I felt half mad but I I would not give in
And I'd often sing to the hateful and it hearkened with a grin

Till I came to the marge of Lake and a derelict there lay
It was in the ice but I saw in a trice it was called the Alice May
And I looked at it and I thought a bit and I looked at my frozen
Then Here said I with a sudden cry is my

Some planks I tore from the floor and I lit the boiler fire
Some coal I that was lying around and I heaped the fuel higher
The flames just and the furnace roared such a blaze you seldom see
And I a hole in the glowing coal and I stuffed in Sam McGee

Then I a hike for I didn't like to hear him sizzle so
And the scowled and the huskies howled and the wind began to blow
It was icy cold but the hot sweat rolled down my and I don't know why
And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak streaking down the sky

I do not know how long in the I wrestled with grisly fear
But the stars out and they danced about ere again I ventured near
I was sick with dread but I bravely said: I'll just take a peep
I guess he's cooked and it's time I then the door I opened wide

And there sat Sam cool and calm in the heart of the furnace roar
And he wore a smile you could see a mile and he please close that door
It's fine in here but I greatly fear let in the cold and storm
Since I left Plumtree down in Tennessee it's the first I've been warm

There are things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold
The Arctic trails have their secret tales that would your blood run cold
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights but the queerest ever did see
Was that on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam McGee