Luyện nghe bài hát The Shooting of Dan McGrew

A bunch of the boys were it up in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune;
of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And watching his luck was his light-o'-love, the that's known as Lou.

When out of the night, which was below, and into the din and the glare,
There a miner fresh from the creeks, dog-dirty, and loaded for bear.
He looked like a man with a in the grave and scarcely the strength of a louse,
Yet he a poke of dust on the bar, and he called for drinks for the house.
There was none could place the stranger's face, though we searched for a clue;
But we drank his health, and the last to was Dangerous Dan McGrew.

men that somehow just grip your eyes, and hold them hard like a spell;
And such was he, and he looked to me like a man who had lived in
With a most hair, and the dreary stare of a dog whose day is done,
As he watered the stuff in his glass, and the drops fell one by one.
Then I got to figgering who he was, and what he'd do,
And I my head -- and there watching him was the lady that's known as Lou.

His eyes went rubbering the room, and he seemed in a kind of daze,
at last that old piano fell in the way of his wandering gaze.
The rag-time kid was having a drink; was no one else on the stool,
So the stranger stumbles across the room, and flops there like a fool.
In a buckskin shirt that was glazed with he sat, and I saw him sway;
Then he clutched the with his talon hands -- my God! but that man could play.

Were you out in the Great Alone, when the moon was awful clear,
And the icy mountains hemmed you in with a you most could HEAR;
With only the of a timber wolf, and you camped there in the cold,
A half-dead thing in a stark, dead world, clean mad for the muck called
While high overhead, green, yellow and red, the Lights swept in bars? --
Then you've a haunch what the music meant . . . hunger and and the stars.

And hunger not of the belly kind, that's with bacon and beans,
But the gnawing hunger of lonely men for a and all that it means;
For a fireside far from the cares that are, walls and a roof above;
But oh! so cramful of cosy joy, and crowned with a woman's --
A woman dearer all the world, and true as Heaven is true --
(God! how ghastly she looks through her rouge, -- the lady known as Lou.)

Then on a sudden the music changed, so soft that you could hear;
But you felt that your had been looted clean of all that it once held dear;
That someone had stolen the you loved; that her love was a devil's lie;
That your guts were gone, and the best for you was to away and die.
the crowning cry of a heart's despair, and it thrilled you through and through --
"I guess I'll make it a spread misere," Dangerous Dan McGrew.

The almost died away . . . then it burst like a pent-up flood;
And it seemed to say, "Repay, repay," and my eyes were with blood.
The thought came back of an wrong, and it stung like a frozen lash,
And the awoke to kill, to kill . . . then the music stopped with a crash,
And the stranger turned, and his eyes they burned in a peculiar way;

In a buckskin shirt that was glazed with dirt he sat, and I saw him
Then his went in in a kind of grin, and he spoke, and his voice was calm,
And "Boys," he, "you don't know me, and none of you care a damn;
But I want to state, and my words are straight, and bet my poke they're true,
That one of you is a hound of hell . . . and one is Dan McGrew."

I ducked my head, and the lights went out, and two guns blazed in the dark,
And a screamed, and the lights went up, and two men lay stiff and stark.
Pitched on his head, and full of lead, was Dangerous Dan McGrew,
While the man the creeks lay clutched to the breast of the lady that's known as Lou.

These are the simple of the case, and I guess I ought to know.
say that the stranger was crazed with "hooch", and I'm not denying it's so.
I'm not so wise as the lawyer guys, but between us two --
The woman that him and -- pinched his poke -- was the lady that's known as Lou.