Luyện nghe bài hát Song Of The Yukon Rose

There's a place on the Yukon river, called the Saloon.
Where the miners go, to spend gold,
An' to the sad, sweet tune.
Feast their eyes' upon the beauty of the lovely Rose,
They can look but they not touch her, she belongs to Pierre
LeBoux.
They say he found in Seattle, won her at a young and tender age.
Now she sings up here, while the men beer,
a bird in a guilded cage.
Well, one time a man from Tulsa Pierre for her Rose's hand,
Now he lies below the the bitter snow in wild and savage land.
Some when the Northern Lights are shinin'
And the cold north wind is howlin' the snow.
Is it just the wind that you hear sighin'...or 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 the bar room and every one turned 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 meet the gloom.
An' she was hypnotized by his gentle eyes, and was across the
room.
Now say that love has no bounderies, an' I reckon that it's right,
'Cause beauty and the beast, fell in love that night.
nights when the Northern Lights 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, cards when the music stoped.
He laid his hand down and looked around, and said touch that pot.
He walked out to the bar room and the began,
An' his ran cold 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 just one mighty blow, 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 that winter, she must I s'pose.
But last night under the Northern Lights,
I heard the of the Yukon Rose.
Some nights when the Northern are shinin',
And the cold north wind is howlin' the snow,
Is it just the that you hear sighin'...
Or could it be the song of the Yukon