Luyện nghe bài hát Song Of The Yukon Rose

There's a place on the river, called the Carriboux Saloon.
Where the miners go, to their gold,
An' listen to the sad, tune.
Feast their eyes' the beauty of the lovely Yukon Rose,
can look but they better not touch her, she belongs to Pierre
LeBoux.
They say he found in Seattle, won her at a young and tender age.
Now she up here, while the men drink beer,
Like a bird in a cage.
Well, one time a man from Tulsa challenged for her Rose's hand,
Now he lies below the the bitter snow in wild and savage land.
Some nights the Northern Lights are shinin'
And the cold north wind is howlin' the snow.
Is it just the wind that you hear sighin'...or it be the sound of
the Rose.
Then one night a bigfoot happened to be passin' by.
And there in the his heart his lonely heart,
Was by Rose's lulaby.
So he walked into the bar room and one turned to stare,
But he looked to just like a bearded man, in a coat of grizzly
hair.
Bigfoot saw the Yukon Rose and their eyes through the gloom.
An' she was by his gentle eyes, and was drawn across the
room.
Now say that love has no bounderies, an' I reckon that it's right,
'Cause beauty and the savage beast, in love that night.
Some when the Northern Lights are shinin',
An' the cold North winds are 'cross the snow,
Is it the wind that you hear sighin'...
Or it be the song of the Yukon Rose...
Now was in the back room, dealin' cards when the music stoped.
He laid his hand down and around, and said nobody touch that pot.
He walked out to the bar room and the began,
An' his blood ran cold when he saw the Rose, in the arms of the
man.
Pierre walked up and he her, an' shoved her t'wards the stage,
And the gentle look in the strangers eyes, turned wild and red
rage.
An' then with one mighty blow, Pierre lay on the saw-dust floor.
The tall strange man, took the hand, an' walked out through the
door.
No one dared to follow, and he took her no one knows,
But we all jumped back, we saw the tracks. Of bigfoot in the snow.
Some say she died that winter, she must have I s'pose.
But last night under the Northern Lights,
I heard the song of the Rose.
Some nights the Northern Lights are shinin',
And the cold north wind is howlin' the snow,
Is it the wind that you hear sighin'...
Or it be the song of the Yukon Rose?