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;
Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dan McGrew,
And watching his 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 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 stranger's face, though we searched 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 hard a spell;
And such was he, and he looked to me like a man who had in hell;
With a face most hair, and the dreary stare of a dog 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 wondering he'd do,
And I turned my head -- and there watching him was the lady that's as Lou.

His eyes went rubbering round the room, and he seemed in a of daze,
Till at last that old piano fell in the way of his gaze.
The rag-time kid was having a drink; was no one else on the stool,
So the stranger across the room, and flops down there like 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 man could play.

Were you ever out in the Great Alone, when the moon was clear,
And the icy mountains hemmed you in with a silence you most could
With only the howl of a 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 cares that are, walls and a roof above;
But oh! so of cosy joy, and crowned with a woman's love --
A dearer than all the world, and true as Heaven is true --
(God! how she looks through 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 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 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 and through --
"I guess I'll make it a spread misere," 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 were with blood.
The thought back of an ancient wrong, and it stung 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 they in a most peculiar way;

In a buckskin shirt that was glazed dirt he sat, and I saw him sway;
his lips 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 I'll bet my poke true,
That one of you is a hound of hell . . . and one is Dan McGrew."

Then I ducked my head, and the 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 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 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 that's as Lou.