Luyện nghe bài hát Sutter's Mill

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

Well, he it to the city
Where the word like spread
And old John soon came to wish he'd
Left that in the river bed

For came like herds of locusts
woman, child and man
In their lumberin'
left their tracks upon the land

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

Well, they came from New York
And they from Alabama
With dreams of findin' fortunes
In this wild unsettled

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

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

Well, some pushed on to
And others to take their rest
And by the of 1860
had opened up the West

And then the railroad behind them
And the land was plowed and
When old Sutter went to meet his maker
He'd not one penny to his

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