Luyện nghe bài hát The Shooting of Dan McGrew

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

When out of the night, which was below, and into the din and the glare,
There stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks, dog-dirty, and 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 stranger's face, though we searched ourselves for a
But we his health, and the last to drink was Dangerous Dan McGrew.

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

His eyes rubbering round the room, and he seemed in a kind 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 stumbles across the room, and flops down there like a fool.
In a buckskin that was glazed with dirt he sat, and I saw him sway;
he clutched the keys with his talon hands -- my God! but that man could play.

Were you ever out in the Great Alone, the moon was awful clear,
And the icy mountains you in with a silence you most could HEAR;
With only the howl of a timber wolf, and you there in the cold,
A half-dead thing in a stark, dead world, clean mad for the called gold;
While high overhead, green, yellow and red, the North Lights in bars? --
Then you've a haunch the music meant . . . hunger and night 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 home and all it means;
For a fireside far from the cares are, four walls and a roof above;
But oh! so of cosy joy, and crowned with a woman's love --
A woman dearer all the world, and true as Heaven is true --
(God! how ghastly she looks her rouge, -- the lady that's known as Lou.)

on a sudden the music changed, so soft that you scarce could hear;
But you felt that your life had been looted clean of all that it once dear;
That someone had stolen the woman you loved; that her love was a devil's
That your guts were gone, and the best for you was to crawl 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," said Dan McGrew.

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

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

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

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