Luyện nghe bài hát Spell Of The Yukon

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

No there's the land have you seen it it's the cussedest that I know
From the big dizzy mountains screen it to the deep death-like valleys below
Some say God was tired when he made it say it's a fine land to shun
Maybe but there's 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 exile at
You hate it like for a season and then you're worse than the worst
It grips you like some kinds of it twists you from foe to a friend
It seems it's been since the it seems it will be to the end

I've in some mighty mouthed-hollow that's plumb full of hush to the brim
I've watched the big husky sun 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 with the peace of the world piled on top

The summer no sweeter was ever the woods all a thrill
The grayling a leap in the river the asleep on a hill
The strong life that knows harness the wilds where the caribou call
The the freedom the farness 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 silence that you dumb
The snows that are older than 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 rivers all run God knows
There are lives that are erring and aimless and deaths that just by a hair
There are hardships that nobody reckons are valleys unpeopled and still
a land oh how it beckons and beckons and I want to go back and I will

They're making my money diminish I'm sick of the taste of
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 better than this by a damn sight so me for the Yukon once

There's gold and its haunting and haunting it's 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 it's the forest where silence has lease
It's the beauty that thrills me with wonder it's the stillness that me with peace