Luyện nghe bài hát My Friends

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

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

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

But no brewed me the green-spruce tea and nursed 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 might be fed and his eyes kind and mild

Yet they were woefully wicked men and often at in pain
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 never that bitter dawn so evil askew and gray
When they wrapped me in the skins of beasts and bore me to a sleigh
And we started out the nearest post a hundred miles away

I'll never forget the 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 every beat of my was like a blow

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 and furrow my cheeks like dew

And the camps we made when their outplayed 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 rose and me on

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

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

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