Luyện nghe bài hát Spell Of The Yukon

I wanted the and I sought it I scrabbled and mucked like a slave
Was it famine or I fought it I hurled my youth into a grave
I wanted the gold and I got it came out a fortune last fall
Yet somehow life's not I thought it and somehow the gold isn't all

No the land have you seen it it's the cussedest land that I know
From the big dizzy mountains that it to the deep death-like valleys below
Some say God was tired when he it some say it's a fine land to shun
but there's some that would trade it for no land owner and I'm one

You come to get rich that's a good reason you feel like an at first
You hate it like hell for a season and then worse than the worst
It grips you like some kinds of sinning it you from foe to a friend
It seems been since the beginning it seems it will be to the end

I've stood in some mouthed-hollow that's plumb full of hush to the brim
watched the big husky sun wallow in crimson and gold and grow dim
Till the moon set the peaks gleaming and the stars tumbled out neck and crop
And I thought that I surely was dreaming with the of the world piled on top

The summer no sweeter was ever the woods all a thrill
The a leap in the river the bighorn asleep on a hill
The strong life that never knows harness the wilds where the caribou
The the freedom the farness oh God how I'm stuck on it all

The winter the brightness that blinds you the white land locked as a drum
The cold fear that follows and finds you the that bludgeons you dumb
The snows that are older history the woods where the weird shadows slant
The stillness the moonlight the myst'ry I'd bade them goodbye but I

There's a land where the mountains are
And the rivers all run God knows
There are lives that are erring and aimless and that just hang by a hair
There are hardships nobody reckons there are valleys unpeopled and still
There's a oh how it beckons and beckons and I want to go back and I will

They're my money diminish I'm sick of the taste of champagne
Thank God when I'm skinned to a finish I'll pike to the Yukon
fight and you bet it's no sham fight it's hell but I've been there before
And it's better than this by a damn so me for the Yukon once more

gold and its haunting and haunting it's luring me on as of old
Yet it isn't the gold that I'm so much as just finding the gold
It's the great big broadland way up yonder it's the forest where silence has
It's the beauty that thrills me with wonder it's the stillness fills me with peace