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 their secret that would make your blood run cold
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights but the they ever did see
Was that on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam McGee

Now Sam McGee was from where the cotton blooms and blows
Why he left his home in the to roam round the Pole God only knows
He was cold but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell
Though 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 cold through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail
If our eyes we'd then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn't see
It wasn't much fun but the only one to whimper was Sam

And that very night as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the
And the dogs were fed and the stars 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
the cursed cold and it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean through to the bone
Yet being dead it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains
So I you to swear that foul or fair you'll cremate my last remains

A pal's last need is a thing to heed so I I would not fail
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

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 and it seemed to say you may tax your brawn and brains
But you promised true and up to you to cremate those last remains

Now a promise is a debt unpaid and the trail has its own stern code
In the days to come though my were dumb in my heart how I cursed that load
In the long long night by the lone firelight while the huskies in a ring
out their woes to the homeless snows 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 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 to the hateful thing and it hearkened with a grin

Till I 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 looked at it and I thought a bit and I looked at my frozen
Then 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 was lying around and I heaped the fuel higher
The just soared and the furnace roared such a blaze you seldom see
And I burrowed a hole in the coal and I stuffed in Sam McGee

Then I made a 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 but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks and I don't know why
And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went down the sky

I do not know how 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 but I bravely said: I'll just take a peep inside
I guess he's cooked and it's 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 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 left Plumtree down in Tennessee it's the time I've been warm

There are strange things in the midnight 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 sights but the queerest they did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I Sam McGee