Luyện nghe bài hát Sutter's Mill

In the of 47
So the story, it is
Old John went to the mill site
Found a piece of gold

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

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

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

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

Well, some fell prey to hostile
As they tried to the plains
And some were lost in the Rocky
With hands froze to the reins

Oh, would fail and some would prosper
would die and some would kill
Some would thank the Lord for their
And some would curse John Mill

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

And then the railroad came them
And the land was plowed and
When old John went to meet his maker
He'd not one to his name

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