Luyện nghe bài hát The Shooting of Dan McGrew

A of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that handles the was hitting 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 fifty below, and the din and the glare,
stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks, dog-dirty, and loaded for bear.
He looked like a man with a foot in the grave and scarcely the 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 drank his health, and the last to was Dangerous Dan McGrew.

There's men that somehow just grip your eyes, and hold them like a spell;
And such was he, and he looked to me like a man who had in hell;
With a face hair, and the dreary 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 who he was, and wondering what he'd do,
And I turned my head -- and watching him was the lady that's 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 across the room, and flops down there like a fool.
In a buckskin shirt that was 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 out in the Great Alone, when the moon was awful clear,
And the icy mountains hemmed you in with a you most could HEAR;
only the howl of a timber wolf, and you camped there in the cold,
A half-dead thing in a stark, world, clean mad for the muck called gold;
While high overhead, green, yellow and red, the North swept in bars? --
Then a haunch what the music meant . . . hunger and night and the stars.

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

Then on a sudden the music changed, so that you scarce could hear;
But you felt that your life had been clean of all that it once held dear;
someone had stolen the woman 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 make it a spread misere," said Dangerous Dan McGrew.

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

In a buckskin shirt that was glazed with dirt he sat, and I saw him
his lips 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 to state, and my words are straight, and I'll bet my poke they're true,
one of you is a hound 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 lights 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 that's known as Lou.

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