Luyện nghe bài hát Cremation Of Sam Mcgee

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

Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee the cotton blooms and blows
Why he left his home in the South to roam round the Pole God knows
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 sooner live in hell

On a Christmas Day we mushing our way over the Dawson trail
Talk of your through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail
If our eyes we'd close then the lashes froze till sometimes we 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 stars o'er head were dancing and toe
He turned to me and Cap says he I'll cash in trip I guess
And if I do I'm asking that you won't my last request

Well he seemed so low that I couldn't say no then he with a sort of moan
It's the cursed cold and it's got right hold I'm chilled clean through to the bone
Yet taint being dead it's my awful dread of the icy 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 swore I would not
And we on at the streak of dawn but God! he looked ghastly pale
He crouched on the sleigh and he raved all day of his in Tennessee
And before a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee

There wasn't a breath in that land of death and I 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 and it's up to you to cremate those last remains

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

And every day that quiet clay to heavy and heavier grow
And on I went though the dogs were spent and the was getting low
The trail was bad and I felt half mad but I I would not give in
And I'd often sing to the hateful thing and it hearkened with a

Till I came to the marge of 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 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 a blaze you seldom see
And I a hole in the glowing coal and I stuffed in Sam McGee

I made a hike for I didn't like to hear him sizzle so
And the heavens scowled and the huskies howled and the wind began to
It was icy but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks and I don't know why
And the smoke in an inky 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 danced about ere again I ventured near
I was sick with dread but I bravely said: I'll just take a inside
I guess he's cooked and it's time I looked the door I opened wide

And there sat Sam looking cool and calm in the of the furnace roar
And he wore a smile you could see a mile and he said please 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 first time been warm

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