Luyện nghe bài hát My Friends

The man above was a murderer the man below was a
And I lay in the bunk between 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 holes clay
The skin on my gums was a sullen black and slowly away

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

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

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

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

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

And often times I would die the yet wake up to life anew
The sun be all ablaze on the waste and the sky a blighting 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 and I did dread the dawn
And how I hated the weary men who rose and me on

And oh how I begged to rest to rest the was so sweet a shroud
And oh how I cried when they urged me on cried and them 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 ruthless ones who would not leave me to die in peace
Till I waked up and I found myself at the post of the Mounted

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