Luyện nghe bài hát My Friends

The man was a murderer the man below was a thief
And I lay there in the bunk ailing beyond belief
A weary armful of skin and bone with pain and grief

My feet were froze and the lifeless toes were and green and gray
The little flesh that clung to my bones you could punch it in like clay
The on my gums was a sullen black and slowly peeling away

I was sure enough in a direful fix and I wondered why
did not take the chance that was left and leave me alone to die
Or finish me off with a dose of dope so utterly was I

But no they brewed me the green-spruce tea and me there like a child
And the homicide he was good to me and bathed my and smiled
And the thief he starved that I might be fed and his eyes were and mild

Yet they were woefully wicked men and often at night in
I heard the murderer speak of his deed and it over again
I heard the thief sorrowing for the dead self he had slain

never forget that bitter dawn so evil askew and gray
When they wrapped me round in the skins of and bore me to a sleigh
And we started out with the nearest post a hundred away

I'll never forget the trail they broke with its tense woe
And the crunch crunch as their snowshoes sank through the crust of the hollow snow
And my breath would and every beat of my heart was like a blow

And often I would die the death yet wake up to life anew
The sun would be all ablaze on the waste and the sky a blue
And the tears would rise in my eyes and furrow my cheeks like dew

And the camps we made when their strength outplayed and the day was and wan
And oh the joy of the blessed halt and I did the dawn
And how I hated the weary men who and dragged me on

And oh how I begged to rest to rest the snow was so a shroud
And oh how I cried when they urged me on cried and cursed aloud
Yet on they strained all racked and pained and sorely their backs bowed

And then it was all like a lurid dream and I prayed for a release
From the ones who would not leave me to die alone in peace
Till I up and I found myself at the post of the Mounted Police

And there was my friend the murderer and was my friend the thief
With bracelets of steel around their wrists and wicked belief
But when they come to God's seat may I be allowed the brief