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 ailing belief
A weary armful of skin and wasted with pain and grief

My feet were and the lifeless toes were purple and green and gray
The little flesh that clung to my bones you could it in holes like clay
The skin on my gums was a sullen black and peeling 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 finish me off with a dose of dope so lost was I

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

Yet they woefully wicked men and often at night in pain
I heard the murderer speak of his and dream it over again
I the poor 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 beasts and me to a sleigh
And we started out with the nearest post a miles 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 would fail 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 blighting
And the tears would in my snow-blind eyes 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 blessed halt and I did the dawn
And how I the weary men who rose and dragged me on

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

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

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