Luyện nghe bài hát Cremation Of Sam Mcgee

There are strange things done in the sun by the men who moil for gold
The Arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your run cold
The Northern Lights seen 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 Tennessee where the cotton blooms and blows
Why he left his in the South to roam round the Pole God only knows
He was always but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell
Though he'd often say in his way that he'd sooner live in hell

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

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

Well he seemed so low that I couldn't say no then he says with a sort of
It's the cursed cold and it's got right till I'm chilled clean through to the bone
Yet taint being dead it's my awful dread of the icy grave pains
So I want you to that foul or fair you'll cremate my last remains

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

There wasn't a breath in that land of and I hurried horror-driven
With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid because of a promise
It was to the sleigh and it seemed to say you may tax your brawn and brains
But you promised and it's up to you to cremate those 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 night by the lone firelight the huskies round in a ring
Howled out their woes to the homeless snows oh God! how I the thing

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

Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge and a derelict 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 at my frozen chum
Then Here said I with a sudden cry is my

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

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

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

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

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