Luyện nghe bài hát Spell Of The Yukon

I wanted the gold and I sought it I scrabbled and mucked 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 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 valleys below
Some say God was tired when he made it some say a fine land to shun
Maybe but there's some that would it for no land owner and I'm one

You come to get rich that's a good reason you feel an exile at first
You hate it like hell for a 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 the beginning it seems it will be to the end

I've stood in some mighty mouthed-hollow that's plumb full of hush to the
I've watched the big husky sun in crimson and gold and grow dim
Till the set the pearly peaks gleaming 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 the sunshiny woods all a thrill
The grayling a leap in the the bighorn asleep on a hill
The strong that never knows harness the wilds 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 land locked tight as a drum
The cold fear that and finds you the silence that bludgeons you dumb
The snows that are older than history the woods where the weird slant
The stillness the moonlight the 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 hang by a hair
There are hardships that nobody reckons are valleys unpeopled and still
There's a land oh how it and beckons and I want to go back and I will

making my money diminish I'm sick of the taste of champagne
Thank God when I'm skinned to a I'll pike 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 so me for the Yukon once more

gold and its haunting and haunting it's luring me on as of old
Yet it the gold that I'm wanting so much as just finding the gold
It's the great big broadland way up yonder it's the forest where silence has
It's the beauty thrills me with wonder it's the stillness that fills me with peace