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 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, which was below, and into the din and the glare,
There stumbled a fresh from the creeks, dog-dirty, and loaded for bear.
He looked like a man with a foot in the grave and scarcely the 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 face, though we searched ourselves for a clue;
But we drank his health, and the to drink was Dangerous Dan McGrew.

There's men that somehow just grip eyes, and hold them hard like a spell;
And such was he, and he looked to me like a man who had in hell;
With a face hair, and the dreary stare of a dog whose day is done,
As he watered the 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 turned my head -- and there watching him was the lady known as Lou.

His eyes went rubbering round the room, and he seemed in a of daze,
at last that old piano fell in the way of his wandering gaze.
The kid was having a drink; there was no one else on the stool,
So the stranger stumbles the room, and flops down there like a fool.
In a buckskin shirt that was glazed dirt he sat, and I saw him sway;
he clutched the keys with his talon hands -- my God! but that man could 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 could HEAR;
With only the of a timber wolf, and you camped there in the cold,
A half-dead thing in a stark, dead world, clean mad for the muck called
While high overhead, green, yellow and red, the 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 banished with and beans,
But the hunger of lonely men for a home and all that it means;
For a fireside far from the cares that are, walls and a roof above;
But oh! so cramful of cosy joy, and with 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 the music changed, so soft that you scarce could hear;
But you felt that life had been looted clean of all that it once 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 cry of a heart's despair, and it thrilled you through and through --
"I guess make it a spread misere," said Dangerous Dan McGrew.

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

In a shirt that was glazed with dirt he sat, and I saw him sway;
Then his lips went in in a of grin, and he spoke, and his voice was calm,
And "Boys," says he, "you don't know me, and none of you care a
But I want to state, and my words are straight, and bet my poke they're true,
That one of you is a hound of . . . and that one is Dan McGrew."

Then I ducked my head, and the lights went out, and two guns 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 to the breast of the lady that's known as Lou.

These are the simple facts of the case, and I I ought to know.
say that the stranger was crazed 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 that's known as Lou.