Luyện nghe bài hát Sutter's Mill

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

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

For came like herds of locusts
Every woman, and man
In their Calistogas
They left their upon the land

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

Well, came from New York City
And they came Alabama
their dreams of findin' fortunes
In wild unsettled land

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

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

Well, pushed on to California
And others stopped to take rest
And by the Spring of
had opened up the West

And then the railroad behind them
And the land was and tamed
old John Sutter went to meet his maker
He'd not one to his name

Oh, some would and some would prosper
would die and some would kill
Some would thank the Lord for their
And would curse John Sutter's Mill
And some would curse John Mill
Some men's thirsts are filled