Luyện nghe bài hát Song Of The Yukon Rose

There's a place on the river, called the Carriboux Saloon.
Where the miners go, to spend gold,
An' to the sad, sweet tune.
Feast their eyes' upon the beauty of the Yukon Rose,
They can look but they better not touch her, she to Pierre
LeBoux.
say he found down in Seattle, won her at a young and tender age.
Now she up here, while the men drink beer,
Like a in a guilded cage.
Well, one time a man Tulsa challenged Pierre for her Rose's hand,
Now he lies below the the bitter snow in this and savage land.
Some nights when the Lights 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 there in the dark his 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 and their eyes meet through the gloom.
An' she was hypnotized by his eyes, and was drawn across the
room.
Now they say love has no bounderies, an' I reckon that it's right,
'Cause beauty and the savage beast, in love that night.
Some nights when the Northern are shinin',
An' the cold North winds are howlin' 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 his hand down and looked around, and said nobody touch that pot.
He walked out to the bar and the trouble began,
An' his blood ran 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 strangers eyes, turned and red with
rage.
An' then with one mighty blow, Pierre lay on the saw-dust floor.
The tall strange man, the ladies hand, an' walked out through the
door.
No one dared to follow, and where he 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 last night the Northern Lights,
I the song of the Yukon Rose.
nights when the Northern Lights are shinin',
And the cold north is howlin' across the snow,
Is it just the wind you hear sighin'...
Or could it be the of the Yukon Rose?