Luyện nghe bài hát Cremation Of Sam Mcgee

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

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
he'd often say in his homely way that he'd sooner live in hell

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

And that very night as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the
And the dogs were fed and the o'er head were 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 that you won't refuse my request

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

A pal's last need is a thing to heed so I I would not fail
And we on at the streak 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 left of Sam

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

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

And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier
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 and it hearkened with a grin

Till I 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 looked at it and I a bit and I looked at my frozen chum
Here said I with a sudden cry is my crematoreum

Some planks I tore from the 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 burrowed a hole in the 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 howled and the wind began to blow
It was icy cold but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks and I know why
And the greasy smoke in an cloak went streaking down the sky

I do not know how long in the snow I with grisly fear
But the stars came out and they about ere again I ventured near
I was sick with dread but I bravely said: I'll just 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 of the furnace roar
And he a smile you could see a mile and he said please close that door
It's fine in here but I greatly you'll let in the cold and storm
Since I Plumtree down in Tennessee it's the first time I've been warm

There are strange things done in the sun by the men who moil for gold
The Arctic trails have their secret tales that 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 I cremated Sam McGee