Luyện nghe bài hát My Friends

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

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

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

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

Yet they were wicked men and often at night 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 forget that bitter dawn so evil askew and gray
When they wrapped me round in the skins of beasts and bore me to a
And we out with the nearest post a hundred miles away

I'll never forget the trail they broke with its 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 like a

And often times I 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 snow-blind eyes and furrow my like dew

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

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

And then it was all like a dream and I prayed for a swift release
From the ruthless ones who would not leave me to die alone in
I waked 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 their wrists and wicked beyond belief
But when they come to God's judgment may I be allowed the brief