Luyện nghe bài hát My Friends

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

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

I was sure in a direful fix and often I wondered why
They did not take the chance that was left and leave me 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 I might be fed and his eyes were kind and mild

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

I'll forget that bitter dawn so evil askew and gray
When they wrapped me round in the skins of 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 crunch as their snowshoes sank through the crust of the hollow
And my breath would fail and beat of my heart was like a blow

And times I would die the death yet wake up to life anew
The sun would be all ablaze on the and the sky a blighting blue
And the tears would rise in my eyes 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 halt and I did dread the
And how I hated the weary men who rose and me on

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

And then it was all like a lurid dream and I for a swift release
From the ruthless ones who would not me to die alone in peace
Till I waked up and I myself at the post 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 they come to God's seat may I be allowed the brief