Luyện nghe bài hát My Friends

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

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 like clay
The skin on my gums was a black and slowly peeling away

I was sure enough in a fix and often I wondered 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 lost was I

But no they me the green-spruce tea and nursed me there like a child
And the homicide he was good to me and bathed my sores and
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 and dream it over again
I the poor thief sorrowing for the dead self he had slain

I'll never forget that dawn so evil askew and gray
When they wrapped me round in the skins of beasts and 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 would fail and every beat of my heart was like a blow

And often times I die the death yet wake up to life anew
The sun be all ablaze on the waste and the sky a blighting 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 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 rest the was so sweet a shroud
And oh how I cried when they urged me on cried and them aloud
Yet on they strained all racked and pained and sorely their backs 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 myself at the post of the Mounted Police

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