Luyện nghe bài hát Cremation Of Sam Mcgee

There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for
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

Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee where the cotton blooms and
Why he left his home in the South to round the Pole God only knows
He was always cold but the land of seemed to hold him like a spell
Though he'd say in his homely way that he'd sooner live in hell

On a Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail
Talk of your cold through the parka's fold it stabbed 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 o'er head were dancing and toe
He turned to me and Cap says he cash in this trip I guess
And if I do I'm asking that you won't refuse my 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 I'm chilled clean through to the bone
Yet taint being dead it's my dread of the icy grave that pains
So I want you to swear foul or fair you'll cremate my last remains

A last need is a thing to heed so I swore I would not fail
And we started on at the of dawn but God! he looked ghastly pale
He crouched on the sleigh and he raved all day of his home in
And nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee

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

Now a promise made is a debt unpaid and the has its own stern code
In the days to though my lips 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 woes to the homeless snows oh God! how I loathed the thing

And every day that quiet seemed to heavy 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 I would not give in
And I'd often sing to the hateful thing and it hearkened 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 looked at it and I a bit and I looked at my frozen chum
Then said 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 and I heaped the fuel higher
The flames just soared and the furnace roared 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 like to hear him so
And the heavens scowled and the huskies howled and the 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 inky cloak went streaking the sky

I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly
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 a peep inside
I guess he's cooked and time 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 see a mile and he said please close that door
It's in here but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm
Since I left Plumtree down in Tennessee it's the time I've been warm

are strange things done 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 sights but the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam McGee