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 armful of skin 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 punch it in holes clay
The skin on my gums was a sullen and slowly peeling away

I was enough in a direful fix and often I wondered why
did not take the chance that was left and leave me alone to die
Or finish me off a dose of dope so utterly 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 eyes were and mild

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

I'll never 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 started out with the post a hundred miles away

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

And often times I would die the death yet wake up to 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 men who rose and dragged me on

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

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

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