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 music-box was a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat 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 a miner fresh from the creeks, dog-dirty, and loaded for bear.
He looked like a man a foot in the grave and scarcely 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 ourselves for a
But we his health, and the last to drink was Dangerous Dan McGrew.

There's men that somehow grip your eyes, and hold them hard 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 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 what he'd do,
And I turned my head -- and there watching him was the lady known as Lou.

His eyes went round the room, and he seemed in a kind of daze,
Till at last 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 with his talon hands -- my God! but that man play.

Were you ever out in the Great Alone, when the was awful clear,
And the icy mountains hemmed you in with a silence you most could
With only the of a timber wolf, and you camped there in the cold,
A half-dead in a stark, dead world, clean mad for the muck called gold;
While high overhead, green, and red, the North Lights swept in bars? --
Then you've a haunch what the music . . . hunger and night and the stars.

And not of the belly kind, that's banished with bacon and beans,
But the hunger of lonely men for a home and all that it means;
For a far from the cares that are, four walls and a roof above;
But oh! so cramful of cosy joy, and crowned with a love --
A woman dearer than all the world, and true as is true --
(God! how ghastly she looks through her rouge, -- the lady 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 held dear;
That someone had stolen the woman you loved; that her was a devil's lie;
your guts were gone, and the best for you was to crawl away and die.
'Twas the crowning cry of a heart's despair, and it thrilled you through and --
"I guess I'll make it a misere," said Dangerous Dan McGrew.

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

In a buckskin shirt was glazed with 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," 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 of hell . . . and that one is Dan McGrew."

I ducked my head, and the lights went out, and two guns blazed in the dark,
And a screamed, and the lights went up, and two men lay stiff and stark.
Pitched on his head, and 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 facts of the case, and I I ought to know.
They say that the was crazed with "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 him and -- pinched his poke -- was the lady that's known as Lou.