Luyện nghe bài hát Song Of The Yukon Rose

There's a place on the Yukon river, called the Saloon.
Where the miners go, to their gold,
An' listen to the sad, tune.
Feast eyes' upon the beauty of the lovely Yukon Rose,
They can look but they better not 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, the men drink beer,
a bird in a guilded cage.
Well, one time a man from Tulsa challenged for her Rose's hand,
Now he lies below the the bitter snow in this wild and land.
Some when the Northern Lights are shinin'
And the cold north wind is howlin' the snow.
Is it just the that you hear sighin'...or could it be the sound of
the Rose.
Then one night a bigfoot happened to be passin' by.
And there in the dark his his lonely heart,
Was touched by lulaby.
So he walked into the bar room and one turned to stare,
But he looked to them just a bearded man, in a coat of grizzly
hair.
saw the Yukon Rose and their eyes meet through the gloom.
An' she was by his gentle eyes, and was drawn across the
room.
Now they say that has no bounderies, an' I reckon that it's right,
'Cause beauty and the savage beast, fell in that night.
Some nights when the Northern are shinin',
An' the cold winds are howlin' 'cross the snow,
Is it just the that you hear sighin'...
Or could it be the song of the Rose...
Now Pierre was in the back room, dealin' when the music stoped.
He laid his hand down and looked around, and said nobody that pot.
He walked out to the bar and the trouble began,
An' his ran cold when he saw the Rose, in the arms of the tall
man.
Pierre walked up and he her, an' shoved her t'wards the stage,
And the gentle look in the eyes, turned wild and red with
rage.
An' then with just one mighty blow, lay on the saw-dust floor.
The tall strange man, the ladies hand, an' walked out through the
door.
No one dared to follow, and where he her no one knows,
But we all jumped back, 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 the song of the Yukon Rose.
Some 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 of the Yukon Rose?