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 tales would make your blood run cold
The Northern Lights have 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 from where the cotton blooms and blows
Why he left his home in the South to roam the Pole God only knows
He was always cold but the land of gold seemed to hold him a spell
Though he'd often say in his way that he'd sooner live in hell

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

And that very night as we lay packed tight in our robes the snow
And the dogs were fed and the stars o'er were dancing heel and toe
He turned to me and Cap says he I'll in this trip I guess
And if I do I'm asking you won't refuse my last request

Well he so low that 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 chilled clean through to the
Yet taint being dead it's my awful dread of the icy grave 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 swore I not fail
And we started on at the streak of dawn but God! he ghastly pale
He crouched on the sleigh and he all day of his home in Tennessee
And nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee

There wasn't a breath in that of death and I hurried horror-driven
With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid of a promise given
It was to the sleigh and it seemed 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 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 long 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 and heavier grow
And on I went though the 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 sing to the hateful thing and it hearkened with 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 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 a sudden cry is my crematoreum

Some planks I tore from the cabin and I lit the boiler fire
Some coal I found that was lying and I heaped the fuel higher
The flames just soared and the furnace roared such a you seldom see
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal and I stuffed in Sam

Then I made a hike for I didn't like to hear him 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 in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky

I do not how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear
But the stars came out and danced about ere again I ventured near
I was sick with dread but I 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 sat Sam looking cool and calm in the heart of the furnace roar
And he wore a smile you could see a and he said please close that door
It's fine in here but I greatly fear let in the cold and storm
I left Plumtree down in Tennessee it's the first 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 Lights have seen queer sights but the queerest they ever did see
Was that on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam McGee