Luyện nghe bài hát The Face On The Barroom Floor

Recorded by Hank
Author - Hugh D'Arcy

a balmy summer evening and a goodly crowd was there
Which well-nigh filled Joe's barroom on the of the square
And as songs and witty stories came the open door
A crept slowly in and posed upon the floor.
"Where did it from?" Someone said. "The wind has blown it in?"
"What does it want?" cried, "Some whiskey, rum or gin?"
"Here, Toby, him, if your stomach's equal to the work!"
"I wouldn't touch him with a fork, why, he's as as a Turk."
This the poor wretch took with stoical good grace
In fact, he smiled as though he thought he'd the proper place
"Come, boys, I know there's kindly hearts among so a crowd
Why, to be in such good company would make a proud."
"Give me a - that's what I want - I'm out of funds, you know
When I had cash to treat the gang, this was never slow
What? You laugh as tho' you this pocket never held a sou
Why, I was as well, my boys, as anyone of you."
"There, thanks - that's me nicely - God bless you one and all
Next time I pass this good saloon, make another call
you a song? No, I can't do that - my singing days are past
My voice is cracked and my throat's out and my lungs are going fast.
"Say, Give me another whiskey and I'll tell you I'll do
I'll tell you a funny and a fact I promise, too
That I was ever a decent man, not a one of you would
But, I was some four of five years back - say, us another drink.
"Fill her up, Joe, I want to put some life into my
little drinks, to a bum like me, are miserably tame
Five fingers - there, that's the - and corkin' whisky, too
Well, here's luck, and landlord, my best regards to you.
"You've me pretty kindly and I'd like to tell you how
I to be the dirty sot you see before you now
As I told you once, I was a man with a muscle, frame and
And, but for a blunder, to have made considerable wealth.
"I was a - not one that daubed on bricks and wood
But an artist and for my age, was rated pretty
I worked hard at my canvas and I was fair to rise
'Coz gradually I saw the star of fame my eyes.
"I made a picture perhaps you've seen, called the 'CHASE OF FAME'
It brought me fifteen hundred pounds and added to my
And then I met a woman - now comes the funny
With eyes petrified my brain and sunk into my heart.
"Why you laugh? it's funny that the vagabond you see
ever love a woman and expect her love for me
But 'twas so, and for a month or two, her smiles freely given
And her loving lips touched mine it carried me to heaven.
"Boys, did you ever see a girl for whom your soul you'd
With a form like the Milo Venus, too to live
With eyes like the purest of diamonds and a of chestnut hair?
If so, 'twas she, for there never was another so fair.
"I was on a portrait one afternoon in May
Of a fair-haired boy, a friend of mine, who across the way
And Madeline it and much to my surprise
Said she'd to know the man that had such dreamy eyes.
"It take long to know him and before the month had flown
My had stole my darlin' and I was left alone
And ere a of misery had passed above my head
The jewel that I had so, had tarnished and was dead.
"That's why I to drink, boys - why, I never saw you smile
I thought you'd be amused and laughing all the
Why, what's the - friend? There's a teardrop in your eye
Come, laugh like me; why only babes and women that would cry.
"Say, boys, if you'd give me just another whiskey, really be glad
And I'll draw right a picture of the face that drove me mad
Give me that piece of chalk with which you mark the baseball
And you shall see the lovely upon the barroom floor."
Another drink and with chalk in hand the vagabond
To sketch a that well might buy the soul of any man
And then as he placed another lock the shapely head
With a fearful shriek, he leaped and across the picture - dead.