Luyện nghe bài hát My Friends

The man above was a murderer the man was a thief
And I lay in the bunk 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 flesh that clung to my bones you punch it in holes like clay
The skin on my gums was a sullen black and slowly away

I was sure enough in a direful fix and often I why
did not take the chance 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 brewed me the green-spruce tea and me there like a child
And the homicide he was good to me and bathed my sores and
And the thief he starved that I 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 dream it over
I heard the poor sorrowing for the dead self he had slain

I'll never that bitter dawn so evil askew and gray
When they me round in the skins of beasts and bore me to a sleigh
And we started out with the nearest a hundred miles away

I'll never forget the trail they broke its tense unuttered woe
And the crunch crunch crunch as their snowshoes through the crust of the hollow snow
And my breath would fail and every beat of my heart was a blow

And times I would die the death 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 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 halt and I did dread the dawn
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 them aloud
Yet on they strained all racked and pained and sorely their backs bowed

And then it was all like a lurid and I prayed for a swift release
From the ruthless ones who would not 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 and there was my friend the thief
With bracelets of steel around their wrists and wicked beyond
But they come to God's judgment seat may I be allowed the brief