Luyện nghe bài hát The Shooting of Dan McGrew

A bunch of the boys were 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 watching his luck was his light-o'-love, the that's known as Lou.

out of the night, which was fifty below, and into the din and the glare,
There 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 on the bar, and he called 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 somehow just grip your eyes, and hold hard like a spell;
And such was he, and he looked to me like a man who had lived in
With a face hair, and the dreary stare of a dog whose day is done,
As he watered the green stuff in his glass, and the fell one by one.
Then I got to who he was, and wondering what he'd do,
And I turned my -- and there watching him was the lady that's known as Lou.

His eyes went round the room, and he seemed in a kind of daze,
Till at that old piano fell 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 there like a fool.
In a shirt that was glazed with dirt he sat, and I saw him sway;
Then he 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 mountains hemmed you in with a silence you most HEAR;
With only the howl of a timber wolf, and you there in the cold,
A half-dead thing in a stark, dead world, clean mad for the called gold;
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 hunger not of the kind, that's banished with bacon and beans,
But the hunger of lonely men for a home and all that it means;
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 than all the world, and true as Heaven is --
(God! how ghastly she looks through her rouge, -- the that's known as Lou.)

Then on a sudden the music changed, so soft that you scarce hear;
But you felt that your life had been looted clean of all that it once held
That someone had the woman you loved; that her love was a devil's lie;
That your guts gone, and the best for you was to crawl away and die.
'Twas the cry of a heart's despair, and it thrilled you through and through --
"I guess I'll make it a spread misere," said Dan McGrew.

The music almost died away . . . then it burst 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 like a lash,
And the lust awoke to kill, to kill . . . then the stopped with a crash,
And the turned, and his eyes they burned in a most peculiar way;

In a buckskin shirt was glazed with dirt 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 want to state, and my words are straight, and I'll bet my they're true,
That one of you is a hound of hell . . . and one is Dan McGrew."

Then I ducked my head, and the lights went out, and two blazed in the dark,
And a woman screamed, and the went up, and two men lay stiff and stark.
on his head, and pumped full of lead, was Dangerous Dan McGrew,
While the man from the creeks lay clutched to the breast of the lady 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.