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

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

And that very as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath 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 cash in this I guess
And if I do I'm that you won't refuse my last request

Well he seemed so low that I 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 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 started on at the streak of dawn but God! he looked pale
He on the sleigh and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee
And before nightfall a corpse was all was left of Sam McGee

There wasn't a breath in that land of death and I horror-driven
With a corpse 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 it's up to you to those last remains

Now a promise made is a debt unpaid and the trail has its own stern
In the days to come though my lips were dumb in my heart how I that load
In the long long night by the lone firelight 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 grow
And on I went though the dogs were 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 sing to the hateful 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 trice it was the Alice May
And I looked at it and I thought a bit and I looked at my chum
Then Here I with a sudden cry is my crematoreum

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

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

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 close that door
It's fine in here but I greatly fear you'll let in the and storm
Since I left Plumtree down in Tennessee it's the first time been warm

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