Luyện nghe bài hát Cremation Of Sam Mcgee

There are strange done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold
The Arctic trails have their tales 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 only
He was always cold but the land of gold to hold him like a spell
Though he'd often say in his homely way that he'd sooner in hell

On a Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail
Talk of your cold through the fold it stabbed like a driven nail
If our we'd close then 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 tight in our robes beneath the snow
And the dogs were fed and the stars o'er 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 says with a sort of
It's the cursed cold and it's got right hold till I'm chilled 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 cremate my remains

A pal's last need is a thing to heed so I I would not fail
And we started on at the streak of dawn but God! he 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

wasn't a breath 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 sleigh and it 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 were dumb in my heart how I cursed that load
In the long night by the lone firelight 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 clay seemed to heavy and grow
And on I went though the dogs were spent and the grub was low
The trail was bad and I felt mad but I swore 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 Lebarge and a there lay
It was jammed in the ice but I saw in a trice it was called the May
And I looked at it and I thought a bit and I looked at my frozen
Then Here I with a sudden cry is my crematoreum

Some I tore from 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 such a blaze you seldom see
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal and I 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 to blow
It was icy cold but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks and I know why
And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went 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 I ventured near
I was with dread but I bravely said: I'll just take a peep inside
I guess cooked and it's time I looked then the door I opened wide

And there sat Sam looking and calm in the heart of the furnace roar
And he wore a smile you see a mile and he said 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 time I've been

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