Luyện nghe bài hát My Friends

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

My feet were froze and the toes 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 gums was a sullen and slowly peeling away

I was sure enough in a 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 utterly was I

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

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

I'll never forget that bitter dawn so evil and gray
When they me round in the skins of beasts and bore me to a sleigh
And we out with 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 would fail and every beat of my heart was like a blow

And often times I would die the 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 we made when their strength 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 and dragged me on

And oh how I begged to rest to rest the snow was so 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 their backs were bowed

And it was all like a lurid dream 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 murderer and was my friend the thief
With of steel around their wrists and wicked beyond belief
But when they come to God's judgment may I be allowed the brief