Luyện nghe bài hát The Shooting of Dan McGrew

A bunch of the were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that handles the music-box was a jag-time tune;
of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And his luck was his light-o'-love, the lady 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 tilted a poke of on the bar, and he called for drinks for the house.
There was none could place the face, though we searched ourselves for a clue;
But we drank his health, and the last to drink was Dan McGrew.

There's men 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 in hell;
With a face most hair, and the stare of a dog whose day is done,
As he watered the green in his glass, and the drops fell one by one.
Then I got to figgering who he was, and wondering he'd do,
And I turned my head -- and there watching him was the lady known as Lou.

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

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

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

Then on a sudden the music changed, so soft you scarce could hear;
But you felt that your life had been clean of all that it once held dear;
That someone had stolen the woman you loved; her love was a devil's lie;
That your guts were gone, and the for you was to crawl away and die.
'Twas the 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 music almost away . . . then it burst like a pent-up flood;
And it seemed to say, "Repay, repay," and my eyes blind 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 most way;

In a shirt that was glazed with dirt he sat, and I saw him sway;
Then his went in in a kind of grin, and he spoke, and his voice was calm,
And "Boys," says he, "you don't know me, and of you care a damn;
But I want to state, and my are straight, and I'll 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 woman screamed, and the lights went up, and two men lay and stark.
on his head, and pumped full of lead, was Dangerous Dan McGrew,
While the man from the creeks lay clutched to the breast of the lady that's as Lou.

These are the simple facts of the case, and I guess I 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.