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' upon the of the lovely Yukon Rose,
They can but they better not touch her, she belongs to Pierre
LeBoux.
say he found down in Seattle, won her at a young and tender 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 the the bitter snow in this 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 could it be the of
the Rose.
Then one night a bigfoot just happened to be by.
And there in the dark his heart his heart,
Was touched by lulaby.
So he walked into the bar room and one turned to stare,
But he looked to them just like a bearded man, in a coat of
hair.
Bigfoot saw the 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 has no bounderies, an' I reckon that it's right,
'Cause beauty and the savage beast, fell in that night.
Some when the Northern Lights are shinin',
An' the cold North are howlin' 'cross the snow,
Is it just the that you hear sighin'...
Or could it be the of the Yukon Rose...
Now was in the back room, dealin' cards when the music stoped.
He laid his hand and looked around, and said nobody touch 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 up and he grabbed 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, Pierre lay on the floor.
The tall strange man, took the hand, an' walked out through the
door.
No one to follow, and where he took her no one knows,
But we all jumped back, when we saw the tracks. Of in the snow.
Some say she probably died that winter, she have I s'pose.
But just night under the Northern Lights,
I the song of the Yukon Rose.
Some nights the Northern Lights are shinin',
And the cold north wind is howlin' the snow,
Is it just the wind you hear sighin'...
Or could it be the song of the Rose?