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

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

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

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

Well, some fell prey to hostile
As they tried to cross the
And some were lost in the Mountains
their hands froze to the reins

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

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

And then the railroad came behind
And the was plowed and tamed
When old John Sutter to meet his maker
not one penny to his name

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