Luyện nghe bài hát Song Of The Yukon Rose

There's a place on the Yukon river, the Carriboux Saloon.
Where the go, to spend their gold,
An' listen to the sad, tune.
Feast their eyes' the beauty of the lovely Yukon Rose,
They can look but they better not her, she belongs to Pierre
LeBoux.
They say he down in Seattle, won her at a young and tender age.
Now she up here, while the men drink beer,
Like a bird in a cage.
Well, one time a man from challenged Pierre for her Rose's hand,
Now he lies below the the bitter snow in this and savage land.
Some nights when the Northern are shinin'
And the north wind is howlin' across the snow.
Is it just the wind you hear sighin'...or could it be the sound of
the Rose.
Then one night a bigfoot happened to be passin' by.
And in the dark his heart his lonely heart,
Was touched by lulaby.
So he walked into the bar room and every one to stare,
But he looked to them just like a man, in a coat of grizzly
hair.
Bigfoot saw the Rose and their 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,
'Cause beauty and the beast, fell in love that night.
Some nights when the Lights are shinin',
An' the North winds are howlin' 'cross the snow,
Is it just the wind that you sighin'...
Or it be the song 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 touch that pot.
He out to the bar room 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 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 man, took 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, when we saw the tracks. Of in the snow.
say she probably died that winter, she must have I s'pose.
But just last night under the Lights,
I heard the song of the Rose.
nights when the Northern Lights are shinin',
And the cold wind is howlin' across the snow,
Is it just the wind you hear sighin'...
Or could it be the song of the Yukon