Luyện nghe bài hát My Friends

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

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

I was enough in a direful fix and often I wondered why
They did not take the 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 like a
And the homicide he was good to me and my sores and smiled
And the thief he that I might be fed and his eyes were kind and mild

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

I'll forget that bitter dawn so evil askew and gray
When wrapped me round in the skins of beasts and bore me to a sleigh
And we out with the nearest post a hundred miles away

I'll never forget the trail they broke 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 every beat of my heart was a blow

And often times I would die the yet wake up to life anew
The sun would be all ablaze on the waste and the sky a blighting
And the tears would rise in my snow-blind and furrow my cheeks like dew

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

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

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

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