Luyện nghe bài hát My Friends

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

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

I was sure enough in a direful fix and often I why
They did not take the that was left and leave 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 like a
And the homicide he was good to me and bathed my sores and
And the thief he that I might be fed and his eyes were kind and mild

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

I'll never forget that bitter dawn so evil and gray
When they wrapped me round in the skins of 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 as their snowshoes sank through the crust of the hollow snow
And my breath would and every beat of my heart was like a blow

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

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

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

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

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