Luyện nghe bài hát Spell Of The Yukon

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

No there's the land have you seen it it's the cussedest land 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 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 that's a good reason you feel like an exile at first
You hate it like hell for a season and then you're than the worst
It grips you like kinds of sinning it twists you from foe to a friend
It seems it's been since the beginning it seems it be to the end

stood 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
the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming and the stars tumbled out neck and crop
And I thought that I 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 leap in the river the bighorn asleep on a
The strong life that never knows harness the wilds where the call
The freshness the freedom the farness oh God how I'm 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 that bludgeons you dumb
The snows that are older than history the woods where the shadows slant
The the moonlight the myst'ry I'd bade them goodbye but I can't

There's a land where the are nameless
And the all run God knows where
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
There's a land oh how it beckons and and I want to go back and I will

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

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