Luyện nghe bài hát Cremation Of Sam Mcgee

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

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

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

And very night as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow
And the dogs were fed and the stars head were dancing heel and toe
He turned to me and Cap says he cash in this 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 till I'm chilled clean through to the bone
Yet taint dead it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains
So I want you to swear that foul or fair you'll cremate my last

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

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

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

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 was bad and I felt half mad but I swore I would not give in
And I'd often sing to the hateful thing and it hearkened a grin

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

Some planks I from the cabin floor and I lit the boiler fire
Some coal I found that was around and I heaped the fuel higher
The flames just soared and the furnace roared such a blaze you 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 heavens scowled and the huskies howled and the wind to blow
It was icy cold but the hot sweat down my cheeks 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 snow I wrestled with grisly
But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured
I was sick with dread but I bravely said: I'll just a peep inside
I guess he's cooked and it's time I looked then the door I 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 said please that door
It's fine in here but I fear you'll let in the cold and storm
Since I left Plumtree down in Tennessee the first time 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 that would make your blood run cold
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights but the queerest ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I Sam McGee