Luyện nghe bài hát Sutter's Mill

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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