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 gold

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

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

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

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

Well, some prey to hostile arrows
As they tried to the plains
And some lost in the Rocky Mountains
With their hands froze to the

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

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

And then the came behind them
And the land was plowed and
When old Sutter went to meet his maker
not one penny to his name

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