Luyện nghe bài hát Song Of The Yukon Rose

There's a on the Yukon river, called the Carriboux Saloon.
Where the miners go, to their gold,
An' to the sad, sweet tune.
Feast their eyes' upon the beauty of the Yukon Rose,
can look 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 in a guilded cage.
Well, one time a man from Tulsa challenged for her Rose's hand,
Now he lies below the the bitter snow in this wild and land.
Some nights when the Lights are shinin'
And the cold north wind is across the snow.
Is it just the wind that you 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 walked into the bar room and every one to stare,
But he to them just like a bearded man, in a coat of grizzly
hair.
Bigfoot saw the Yukon Rose and their eyes through the gloom.
An' she was hypnotized by his eyes, and was drawn across the
room.
Now they say that love has no bounderies, an' I that it's right,
'Cause beauty and the beast, fell in love that night.
Some nights the Northern Lights are shinin',
An' the cold North are howlin' 'cross the snow,
Is it the wind that you hear sighin'...
Or it be the song of the Yukon Rose...
Now was in the back room, dealin' cards when the music stoped.
He laid his hand down and looked around, and nobody touch that pot.
He out to the bar room and the trouble began,
An' his blood ran cold when he saw the Rose, in the arms of the
man.
Pierre up and he grabbed her, an' shoved her t'wards the stage,
And the gentle look in the strangers eyes, turned wild and red
rage.
An' then with just one mighty blow, lay on the saw-dust floor.
The tall man, took the ladies hand, an' walked out through the
door.
No one dared to follow, and he took her no one knows,
But we all jumped back, when we saw the tracks. Of in the snow.
Some say she died that winter, she must have I s'pose.
But just night under the Northern Lights,
I heard the song of the Rose.
Some when the Northern Lights are shinin',
And the north wind is howlin' across the snow,
Is it just the that you hear sighin'...
Or could it be the song of the Yukon