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 music-box was hitting a 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 stumbled a miner fresh 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 dust on the bar, and he for drinks for the house.
There was none could place the face, though we searched ourselves for a clue;
But we his health, and the last to drink was Dangerous Dan McGrew.

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

His eyes went round the room, and he seemed in a kind of daze,
at last that old piano fell 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 down there like a fool.
In a buckskin that was glazed with dirt he sat, and I saw him sway;
Then he clutched the keys with his talon hands -- my God! but man could play.

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

And hunger not of the belly kind, that's banished bacon and beans,
But the hunger of lonely men for a home 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 love --
A woman dearer than all the world, and true as Heaven is --
(God! how ghastly she looks through her rouge, -- the lady that's as Lou.)

Then on a sudden the changed, so soft that you scarce could hear;
But you felt your life had been looted clean of all that it once held dear;
That someone had the woman you loved; that her love was a devil's lie;
your guts were gone, and the best 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 make it a spread misere," said Dangerous Dan McGrew.

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

In a buckskin shirt that was glazed with he sat, and I saw him sway;
Then his lips in in a kind of grin, and he spoke, and his voice was calm,
And "Boys," says he, "you know me, and none of you care a damn;
But I to state, and my words are straight, and I'll 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 screamed, and the lights went up, and two men lay stiff and stark.
Pitched on his head, and pumped of lead, was Dangerous Dan McGrew,
the man from the creeks lay clutched to the breast 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 stranger was crazed with "hooch", and I'm not it's so.
I'm not so as the lawyer guys, but strictly between us two --
The woman kissed him and -- pinched his poke -- was the lady that's known as Lou.