Luyện nghe bài hát Cremation Of Sam Mcgee

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

Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee 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
he'd often say in his homely way that he'd sooner live in hell

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

And that very night as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the
And the were fed and the stars o'er head were dancing heel and toe
He turned to me and Cap he I'll 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 couldn't say no then he with a sort of moan
It's the cursed cold and it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean to the bone
Yet taint being dead my awful dread of the icy grave that pains
So I want you to swear that foul or you'll cremate my last remains

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

There wasn't a breath in that land of death and I horror-driven
With a corpse half hid that I 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 true 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 though my lips were dumb in my heart how I cursed that load
In the long long by the lone firelight while the huskies round in a ring
out their woes to the homeless snows oh God! how I loathed the thing

And every day that clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow
And on I went though the dogs were and the grub was getting low
The trail was bad and I felt half mad but I swore I would not in
And I'd often sing to the hateful thing and it with 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
Then Here said I with a cry is my crematoreum

Some planks I tore 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 a blaze you seldom see
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal and I stuffed in Sam

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

I do not how long in the snow 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: just take a peep inside
I guess he's cooked and it's time I looked then the I opened wide

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

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