Luyện nghe bài hát My Friends

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

My feet were froze and the lifeless were purple and green and gray
The little flesh that clung to my bones you could punch it in holes clay
The skin on my 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 chance that was left and me alone to die
Or finish me off with a dose of dope so lost was I

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

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

I'll never forget that 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 the nearest post a hundred miles away

I'll forget the trail they broke with its tense unuttered woe
And the crunch crunch crunch as their sank through the crust of the hollow snow
And my breath fail and every beat of my heart was like a blow

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

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

And oh how I begged to rest to rest the was so sweet a shroud
And oh how I when they urged me on cried and cursed them aloud
Yet on they strained all racked and pained and sorely 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 me to die alone in peace
Till I waked up and I found at the post of the Mounted Police

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