Luyện nghe bài hát Sutter's Mill

In the of 47
So the story, it is
Old John Sutter went to the site
a piece of shinin' gold

Well, he it to the city
Where the word like wildfire
And old John Sutter came to wish he'd
that stone in the river bed

For they like herds of locusts
Every woman, and man
In lumberin' Calistogas
They their tracks upon the land

Some would fail and some would
Some would die and some would
Some would thank the for their deliverance
And some curse John Sutter's Mill

Well, they came from New York
And they came from
With their of findin' fortunes
In this unsettled land

Well, some fell to hostile arrows
As tried to cross the plains
And some were lost in the Rocky
With their froze to the reins

Oh, some would and some would prosper
Some would die and some kill
Some thank the Lord for their deliverance
And some would curse Sutter's Mill

Well, some on to California
And stopped to take their rest
And by the Spring of
They had opened up the

And then the railroad came behind
And the was plowed and tamed
When old John Sutter went to his maker
He'd not one to his name

Oh, would fail and some would prosper
Some die and some would kill
would thank the Lord for their deliverance
And some would curse John Mill
And would curse John Sutter's Mill
Some men's are never filled