Luyện nghe bài hát Spell Of The Yukon

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

You come to get rich that's a 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 seems it's been the beginning it seems it will be to the end

I've stood in some mighty that's plumb full of hush to the brim
I've the big husky sun wallow in crimson and gold and grow dim
Till the moon set the pearly peaks and the stars tumbled out neck and crop
And I that I surely was dreaming with the peace of the world piled 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 the caribou call
The freshness the the farness oh God how I'm stuck on it all

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

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

They're making my money diminish I'm sick of the of champagne
Thank God when I'm to a finish I'll pike to the Yukon again
I'll fight and you bet 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

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 as just 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 it's the stillness fills me with peace