Luyện nghe bài hát Spell Of The Yukon

I wanted the gold and I it I scrabbled and mucked like a slave
Was it famine or scurvy I fought it I hurled my into a grave
I wanted the gold and I got it came out with a fortune fall
Yet somehow life's not 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
the big dizzy mountains that screen it to the deep death-like valleys below
Some say God was tired when he made it some say it's a fine to shun
Maybe but some that would trade it for no land owner and I'm one

You come to get that's a good reason you feel like an exile at first
You hate it like hell for a season and then worse than the worst
It you like 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 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 pearly peaks gleaming and the stars tumbled out 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 sunshiny all a thrill
The a leap in the river the bighorn asleep on a hill
The strong life that never knows harness the where the caribou call
The freshness the freedom the oh God how I'm stuck on it all

The winter the brightness that blinds you the white land tight as a drum
The cold fear that follows and finds you the that bludgeons you dumb
The snows are older than history the woods where the weird shadows slant
The stillness the moonlight the I'd bade them goodbye but I can't

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

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

There's 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 just finding the
It's the great big broadland way up yonder it's the where silence has lease
It's the beauty that thrills me with it's the stillness that fills me with peace