Luyện nghe bài hát Song Of The Yukon Rose

There's a on the Yukon river, called the Carriboux Saloon.
Where the go, to spend 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 found down in Seattle, won her at a young and age.
Now she up here, while the men drink beer,
Like a in a guilded cage.
Well, one a man from Tulsa challenged Pierre for her Rose's hand,
Now he lies below the the snow in this wild and savage land.
Some nights when the Northern are shinin'
And the cold north wind is across the snow.
Is it just the that you hear sighin'...or could it be the sound of
the Rose.
one night a bigfoot just happened to be passin' by.
And there in the dark his heart his heart,
Was by Rose's lulaby.
So he walked into the bar room and every one to stare,
But he looked to them like a bearded 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 that love has no bounderies, an' I reckon that right,
beauty and the savage beast, fell in love that night.
Some nights when the Northern are shinin',
An' the North winds are howlin' 'cross the snow,
Is it just the wind you hear sighin'...
Or it be the song of the Yukon Rose...
Now Pierre was in the room, dealin' cards when the music stoped.
He laid his hand down and around, and said nobody touch that pot.
He walked out to the bar 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' her t'wards the stage,
And the gentle look in the strangers eyes, turned wild and red
rage.
An' then just 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 he took her no one knows,
But we all jumped back, when we saw the tracks. Of in the snow.
Some say she probably died that winter, she have I s'pose.
But just last under the Northern Lights,
I the song of the Yukon Rose.
Some nights when the Northern are shinin',
And the cold north wind is howlin' the snow,
Is it just the wind you hear sighin'...
Or could it be the song of the Yukon