Luyện nghe bài hát Song Of The Yukon Rose

There's a on the Yukon 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,
They can look but 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 sings up here, while the men beer,
Like a bird in a cage.
Well, one time a man Tulsa challenged Pierre for her Rose's hand,
Now he lies below the the bitter snow in this wild and land.
nights when the Northern Lights are shinin'
And the north wind is howlin' across the snow.
Is it just the that you hear sighin'...or could it be the sound of
the Rose.
one night a bigfoot just happened to be passin' by.
And in the dark his heart his lonely heart,
Was by Rose's lulaby.
So he walked into the bar room and every one to stare,
But he looked to them like a bearded man, in a coat of grizzly
hair.
Bigfoot saw the Yukon and their eyes meet through the gloom.
An' she was by his gentle eyes, and was drawn across the
room.
Now they say that love has no bounderies, an' I reckon it's right,
'Cause beauty and the savage beast, in love that night.
Some nights the Northern Lights are shinin',
An' the cold North are howlin' 'cross the snow,
Is it the wind that you hear sighin'...
Or could it be the of the Yukon Rose...
Now Pierre was in the back room, dealin' cards when the stoped.
He laid his hand down and looked around, and said nobody touch pot.
He walked out to the bar room and the began,
An' his blood ran cold when he saw the Rose, in the of the tall
man.
Pierre up and he grabbed her, an' shoved her t'wards the stage,
And the gentle look in the strangers eyes, turned and red with
rage.
An' then with just one mighty blow, lay on the saw-dust floor.
The tall strange man, took the ladies hand, an' out through the
door.
No one dared to follow, and where he her no one knows,
But we all back, when we saw the tracks. Of bigfoot in the snow.
say she probably died that winter, she must have I s'pose.
But just last under the Northern Lights,
I heard the song of the Rose.
Some nights when the Northern are shinin',
And the cold wind is howlin' across the snow,
Is it just the wind that you sighin'...
Or it be the song of the Yukon Rose?