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 their gold,
An' listen to the sad, tune.
Feast their eyes' upon the beauty of the lovely Rose,
They can but they 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 up here, while the men drink beer,
Like a bird in a cage.
Well, one a man from 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 Northern Lights are
And the cold wind is howlin' across the snow.
Is it just the that you hear sighin'...or could it be the sound of
the Rose.
Then one a bigfoot just happened to be passin' by.
And in the dark his heart his lonely heart,
Was by Rose's lulaby.
So he into the bar room and every one turned to stare,
But he looked to them just like a bearded man, in a coat of
hair.
Bigfoot saw the Yukon Rose and their meet through 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 that night.
Some nights when the Northern are shinin',
An' the North winds are howlin' 'cross the snow,
Is it just the that you hear sighin'...
Or could it be the song of the Rose...
Now Pierre was in the back room, dealin' when the music stoped.
He laid his down and looked around, and said nobody touch that pot.
He walked out to the bar and the trouble 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' 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, took the ladies hand, an' walked out the
door.
No one dared to follow, and where he her no one knows,
But we all jumped back, 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 the song of the Yukon Rose.
Some nights when the Lights are shinin',
And the cold north is howlin' across the snow,
Is it just the wind that you sighin'...
Or it be the song of the Yukon Rose?