Luyện nghe bài hát Sutter's Mill

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

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

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

Some fail and some would prosper
Some would die and some would
Some would the Lord for their deliverance
And some would curse John Mill

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

Well, some prey to hostile arrows
As they to cross the plains
And some were lost in the Rocky
With their hands to the reins

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

Well, some pushed on to
And stopped to take their rest
And by the of 1860
had opened up the West

And the railroad came behind them
And the was plowed and tamed
old John Sutter went to meet his maker
He'd not one penny to his

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