Luyện nghe bài hát Song Of The Yukon Rose

There's a place on the Yukon river, the Carriboux Saloon.
Where the miners go, to spend gold,
An' listen to the sad, tune.
Feast their eyes' upon the of the lovely Yukon Rose,
They can look but they better not touch her, she 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,
Like a bird in a cage.
Well, one time a man from Tulsa challenged for her Rose's hand,
Now he lies the the bitter snow in this wild and savage land.
Some nights when the Lights are shinin'
And the cold wind is howlin' across the snow.
Is it just the wind that you sighin'...or could it be the sound of
the Rose.
Then one night a 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 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 their eyes meet the gloom.
An' she was hypnotized by his gentle eyes, and was drawn the
room.
Now they say love has no bounderies, an' I reckon that it's right,
'Cause beauty and the savage beast, fell in love night.
Some when the Northern Lights are shinin',
An' the cold North winds are 'cross the snow,
Is it just the that you hear sighin'...
Or could it be the of the Yukon Rose...
Now Pierre was in the back room, dealin' cards the music stoped.
He laid his hand down and looked around, and said nobody that 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 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 with just one mighty blow, Pierre lay on the 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 probably died winter, she must have I s'pose.
But just last night under the Lights,
I heard the song of the Rose.
Some when the Northern Lights are shinin',
And the cold wind is howlin' across the snow,
Is it the wind that you hear sighin'...
Or could it be the of the Yukon Rose?