Luyện nghe bài hát The Shooting of Dan McGrew

A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time
of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And watching his luck was his light-o'-love, the lady that's as Lou.

out of the night, which was fifty below, and into the din and the glare,
There stumbled a miner fresh 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 on the bar, and he called for drinks for the house.
There was none could the stranger's face, though we searched ourselves for a clue;
But we drank his health, and the to drink was Dangerous Dan McGrew.

There's men 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 hair, and the dreary 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 wondering what do,
And I turned my -- and there watching him was the lady that's known as Lou.

His eyes went rubbering round the room, and he seemed in a of daze,
Till at last that old piano fell in the way of his gaze.
The rag-time kid was 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, the moon was awful clear,
And the icy mountains hemmed you in with a you most could HEAR;
With the howl 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 North Lights 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 bacon and beans,
But the gnawing hunger of lonely men for a home and all 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 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 soft that you scarce hear;
But you felt that your life had looted clean of all that it once held dear;
That someone had stolen the woman you that her love was a devil's lie;
That your guts were gone, and the for you was to crawl away and die.
'Twas the crowning cry of a heart's despair, and it thrilled you and through --
"I guess I'll make it a spread misere," Dangerous Dan McGrew.

The almost died away . . . then it burst like a pent-up flood;
And it seemed to say, "Repay, repay," and my were blind with blood.
The thought came back of an wrong, and it stung like a frozen lash,
And the lust to kill, to kill . . . 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 with dirt he sat, and I saw him
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 are straight, and I'll 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 went out, and two blazed in the dark,
And a woman screamed, and the went up, and two men lay stiff 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 facts of the case, and I guess I ought to know.
They say that the stranger was crazed with "hooch", and I'm not it's so.
I'm not so wise as the lawyer guys, but strictly us two --
The woman that him and -- pinched his poke -- was the lady that's known as Lou.