Luyện nghe bài hát Song Of The Yukon Rose

There's a place on the Yukon river, called the Saloon.
Where the go, to spend their gold,
An' to the sad, sweet 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 down 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 Pierre for her hand,
Now he lies below the the bitter snow in wild and savage land.
nights when the Northern Lights are shinin'
And the north wind is howlin' across the snow.
Is it just the wind that you hear sighin'...or could it be the of
the Rose.
Then one night a bigfoot happened to be passin' by.
And there in the dark his heart his heart,
Was touched by 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.
Bigfoot saw the Yukon Rose and eyes meet through the gloom.
An' she was hypnotized by his gentle eyes, and was across the
room.
Now they say that love has no bounderies, an' I reckon that right,
beauty 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' when the music stoped.
He his hand down and looked around, and said nobody touch that pot.
He out to the bar room and the trouble began,
An' his blood ran cold when he saw the Rose, in the arms of the
man.
Pierre walked up and he grabbed her, an' her t'wards the stage,
And the gentle look in the strangers eyes, turned and red with
rage.
An' then with just one 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 back, when we saw the tracks. Of bigfoot in the snow.
Some say she died that winter, she must have I s'pose.
But just night under the Northern Lights,
I heard the of the Yukon Rose.
Some nights when the 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?