Luyện nghe bài hát The Shooting of Dan McGrew

A bunch of the were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time
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 foot in the grave and 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 his health, and the last to drink was Dangerous 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 lived in
With a most 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.
I got to figgering who he was, and wondering what he'd do,
And I turned my head -- and there watching him was the that's known as Lou.

His eyes went rubbering round the room, and he in a kind of daze,
Till at last that old piano fell in the way of his gaze.
The rag-time kid was having a there was no one else 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 clutched the 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 silence you most HEAR;
With only the 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;
high overhead, green, yellow and red, the North Lights swept in bars? --
Then you've a haunch the music meant . . . hunger and night and the stars.

And hunger not of the belly kind, that's with bacon and beans,
But the gnawing of lonely men for a home 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 a woman's love --
A woman than all the world, and true 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 looted clean of all that it once dear;
That had stolen 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," said Dan McGrew.

The almost died away . . . then it burst like a pent-up flood;
And it to say, "Repay, repay," and my eyes were blind with blood.
The thought 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 stranger turned, and his eyes they burned in a most peculiar

In a buckskin shirt that was glazed 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 don't 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 . . . and that 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 went up, and two men lay and stark.
Pitched on his head, and pumped 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 facts of the case, and I I ought to know.
They say that the stranger was crazed "hooch", and I'm not denying it's so.
I'm not so as the lawyer guys, but strictly between us two --
The woman that kissed him and -- pinched his -- was the lady that's known as Lou.