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 spend gold,
An' listen to the sad, tune.
Feast their eyes' upon the beauty of the Yukon Rose,
They can look but they better not touch her, she to Pierre
LeBoux.
They say he found down in Seattle, won her at a young and age.
Now she sings up here, while the men beer,
Like a in a guilded cage.
Well, one time a man from Tulsa challenged Pierre for her hand,
Now he lies below the the bitter snow in this and savage land.
Some nights when the Northern Lights are
And the cold north is howlin' across the snow.
Is it just the wind you hear sighin'...or could it be the sound of
the Rose.
Then one a bigfoot just happened to be passin' by.
And in the dark his heart his lonely heart,
Was by Rose's lulaby.
So he into the bar room and every one turned to stare,
But he looked to them just like a man, in a coat of grizzly
hair.
saw the Yukon Rose and their eyes meet through the gloom.
An' she was hypnotized by his eyes, and was drawn across the
room.
Now they say that love has no bounderies, an' I that it's right,
'Cause and the savage beast, fell in love that night.
Some nights the Northern Lights are shinin',
An' the cold North are howlin' 'cross the snow,
Is it just the wind 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 out to the bar room and the trouble began,
An' his blood ran cold he saw the Rose, in the arms of the tall
man.
Pierre walked up and he grabbed her, an' shoved her the stage,
And the look in the strangers eyes, turned wild and red with
rage.
An' then just one mighty blow, Pierre 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 he took 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 last night under the Northern Lights,
I heard the of the Yukon Rose.
Some nights when the Northern are shinin',
And the north wind is howlin' across the snow,
Is it just the wind that you sighin'...
Or could it be the song of the Rose?