Luyện nghe bài hát The Shooting of Dan McGrew

A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute
The kid that handles the was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat 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 stumbled a miner from the creeks, dog-dirty, and loaded for bear.
He like a man with a foot 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, we searched ourselves for a clue;
But we drank his health, and the last to drink was Dan McGrew.

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

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

Were you ever out in the Great Alone, when the moon was clear,
And the icy hemmed 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, mad for the muck called gold;
While high overhead, green, yellow and red, the North Lights swept in --
Then a haunch what 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 men for a home and all that it means;
For a fireside far from the cares that are, four walls and a above;
But oh! so cramful of cosy joy, and with a woman's love --
A dearer than all the world, and true as Heaven is true --
(God! how ghastly she through her rouge, -- the lady that's known as Lou.)

Then on a sudden the music changed, so soft you scarce could hear;
But you that your life 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 for you was to crawl away and die.
'Twas the crowning cry of a heart's despair, and it thrilled you through and --
"I guess I'll make it a misere," said 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 back of an ancient wrong, and it stung like a frozen lash,
And the lust awoke to kill, to kill . . . then the music stopped a crash,
And the turned, and his eyes they burned in a most peculiar way;

In a buckskin shirt 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," 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 of hell . . . and that one is Dan McGrew."

Then I my head, and the lights went out, and two guns blazed in the dark,
And a woman screamed, and the went up, and two men lay stiff and stark.
Pitched on his head, and 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 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 guys, but strictly between us two --
The woman that kissed him and -- pinched his poke -- was the lady known as Lou.