Luyện nghe bài hát The Shooting of Dan McGrew

A bunch of the boys whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat 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 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 of dust 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 was Dangerous 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 lived in
a face most 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 figgering who he was, and wondering what do,
And I turned my head -- and there him was the lady that's known as Lou.

His eyes went rubbering the room, and he seemed in a kind of daze,
Till at last that old piano in the way of his wandering gaze.
The rag-time kid was having a drink; there was no one on the stool,
So the stranger stumbles across the room, and flops down like a fool.
In a buckskin shirt that was glazed 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 Alone, when the moon was awful clear,
And the icy hemmed you in with a silence you most could HEAR;
With only the howl of a timber wolf, and you camped in the cold,
A half-dead thing in a stark, dead world, clean mad for the muck called
While high overhead, green, yellow and red, the North swept in bars? --
Then you've a what the music meant . . . hunger and night and the stars.

And not of the belly kind, that's banished with bacon and beans,
But the gnawing hunger of lonely men for a home and all that it
For a fireside far from the that are, four walls and a roof above;
But oh! so cramful of joy, and crowned with a woman's love --
A woman dearer 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 changed, so soft that you scarce could hear;
But you that 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;
That your were gone, and the best for you was to crawl away and die.
'Twas the crowning cry of a despair, and it thrilled you through and through --
"I guess I'll make it a spread misere," Dangerous Dan McGrew.

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

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 a damn;
But I want to state, and my words are straight, and I'll bet my poke true,
That one of you is a of hell . . . and that one is Dan McGrew."

Then I ducked my head, and the lights out, and two guns blazed in the dark,
And a woman screamed, and the lights went up, and two men lay and stark.
Pitched on his head, and pumped full of lead, was 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 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 that kissed him and -- pinched his poke -- was the lady that's known as Lou.