Luyện nghe bài hát Sutter's Mill

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, some pushed on to
And others stopped to take rest
And by the Spring of
They had 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 prosper
would 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 thirsts are never filled