Luyện nghe bài hát Spell Of The Yukon

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

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

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

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

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

The winter the that blinds you the white land locked tight as a drum
The cold that follows and finds you the silence that bludgeons you dumb
The snows that are older than history the woods 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 all run God knows where
are lives that are erring and aimless and deaths that just hang by a hair
There are hardships nobody reckons there are valleys unpeopled and still
There's a land oh how it beckons and beckons and I want to go and I will

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

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