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 tales that would make your run cold
The Northern Lights have queer sights but the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I Sam McGee

Now Sam McGee was Tennessee where the cotton blooms and blows
Why he left his home in the South to round the Pole God only knows
He was cold 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 mushing our way over the Dawson trail
Talk of your cold through the parka's fold it stabbed a driven nail
If our eyes we'd close then the lashes froze 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 were fed and the stars o'er head dancing heel and toe
He turned to me and Cap says he I'll cash in this trip I
And if I do I'm asking you won't refuse my last request

Well he seemed so low that I couldn't say no then he says with a of moan
It's the cursed cold and it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean to the bone
Yet taint being it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains
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 would not
And we started on at the of dawn but God! he looked ghastly pale
He on the sleigh and he raved 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 land of death and I hurried horror-driven
With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid of a promise given
It was lashed to the sleigh and it to say you may tax your brawn and brains
But you true and it's up to you to cremate those last remains

Now a promise made is a debt unpaid and the has its own stern code
In the days to come my lips were dumb 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 woes to the homeless snows oh God! how I loathed the thing

And day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow
And on I though the dogs were spent 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 hearkened a grin

I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge and a derelict there lay
It was jammed in the ice but I saw in a trice it was 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 lying around and I heaped the higher
The flames just soared and the furnace roared such a you seldom see
And I a hole in the glowing coal and I stuffed in Sam McGee

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

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

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

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