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 music-box was hitting a tune;
Back of the bar, in a game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And watching his luck was his light-o'-love, the that's known as Lou.

When out of the night, was fifty 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 in the grave and scarcely the strength 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, though we searched 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 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 the green stuff 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 my head -- and there watching him was the lady that's known as Lou.

His eyes went rubbering round the room, and he seemed in a of daze,
Till at that old piano fell in the way of his wandering gaze.
The rag-time kid was having a drink; was no one else on the stool,
So the stranger stumbles across the room, and flops down like a fool.
In a shirt that was glazed with dirt he sat, and I saw him sway;
Then he clutched the keys 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 hemmed you in with a silence 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 muck gold;
While high overhead, green, yellow and red, the North Lights swept in --
Then you've a haunch what the music . . . 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 are, four walls and a roof above;
But oh! so cramful of cosy joy, and crowned with a love --
A woman 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 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 stolen the woman you loved; her love was a devil's lie;
That your guts were gone, and the best for you was to away and die.
'Twas the crowning cry of a despair, and it thrilled you through and through --
"I guess I'll it a spread misere," said Dangerous Dan McGrew.

The music almost died away . . . then it like a pent-up flood;
And it to say, "Repay, repay," and my eyes were blind with blood.
The thought came back of an ancient wrong, and it stung 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," 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 they're true,
That one of you is a hound of . . . 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 pumped of lead, was Dangerous Dan McGrew,
While the man from the creeks lay clutched to the of the lady that's known as Lou.

These are the simple of the case, and I guess I ought 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 woman that kissed him and -- pinched his poke -- was the lady that's as Lou.