Luyện nghe bài hát Spell Of The Yukon

I the gold and I sought 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 last fall
Yet somehow life's not I thought it and somehow 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 he made it some say it's 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 rich that's a good reason you feel like an exile at
You hate it like hell for a season and then you're worse than the
It you like some 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

I've stood in 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 neck and
And I thought that I surely was dreaming with the 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 life that never harness the wilds where the caribou call
The freshness the the farness oh God how I'm stuck on it all

The winter the brightness blinds you the white land locked tight as a drum
The fear that follows and finds you the silence that bludgeons you dumb
The snows are older than history the woods where the weird shadows slant
The stillness the moonlight the myst'ry I'd bade them goodbye but I

There's a where the mountains are nameless
And the rivers all run God knows
There are lives that are erring and aimless and that just hang by a hair
There are hardships 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 my money diminish I'm sick of the taste of champagne
Thank God when I'm skinned to a finish I'll pike to the again
I'll fight and you bet it's no sham it's hell but I've been there before
And it's better than this by a damn sight so me for the once more

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