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 of shinin' gold

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

For came like herds of locusts
woman, child and man
In their Calistogas
They left tracks upon the land

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

Well, they came from New City
And they from Alabama
their dreams of findin' fortunes
In wild unsettled land

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

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

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

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

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