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 a jag-time tune;
of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And watching his was his light-o'-love, the lady 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 with a foot in the grave and 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 drank his health, and the last to was Dangerous Dan McGrew.

men that somehow just grip your eyes, and hold them hard like a spell;
And such was he, and he looked to me a man who had lived in hell;
With a face most hair, and the dreary stare of a dog 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 my head -- 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 last that old piano in the way of his wandering 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 buckskin shirt was glazed with 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 Alone, when the moon was awful clear,
And the icy mountains hemmed you in with a you most could HEAR;
only the howl 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, yellow and red, the North Lights swept in --
Then you've a what 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 hunger of lonely men for a home and all that it
For a fireside far from the cares that are, four walls and a roof
But oh! so cramful of cosy joy, and crowned with a woman's --
A dearer than all the world, and true as Heaven is true --
(God! how ghastly she looks her rouge, -- the lady that's known as Lou.)

Then on a sudden the music changed, so soft that you scarce could
But you felt that life had been looted clean of all that it once held dear;
That someone had the woman you loved; that her love was a devil's lie;
That your guts were gone, and the best for you was to 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 like a 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 kill . . . then the music stopped a crash,
And the stranger turned, and his eyes they burned in a peculiar way;

In a buckskin shirt that was glazed with dirt he sat, and I saw him
Then his lips went in in a kind of grin, and he spoke, and his 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 bet my poke they're true,
That one of you is a of hell . . . and that one is Dan McGrew."

Then I ducked my head, and the lights out, and two guns blazed in the dark,
And a woman screamed, and the lights went up, and two men lay and stark.
on his head, and pumped full 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 facts of the case, and I guess I ought to know.
They say that the 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.