Luyện nghe bài hát The Spell Of The Yukon

I wanted the gold and I sought it,I scrabbled and mucked like a slave,was it famine or scurvy?I fought it;I hurled my youth into a grave.I wanted the gold and I got it; out with a fortune last fall.
yet life's not what I thought it, and somehow the gold isn't all; no.
There's the land,have you seen it? It's the land I know,
from the big mountains that screen it to the deep death like valleys below.
Some say God was tired when he made it, say it's a fine land to shun;maybe,
but there are who would trade it for no land on Earth, and I'm one.
You come to get rich, that's a good reason. You feel like an excile at first, you hate it like Hell for a season and then you're than the worst.
It grips you like some of sinning, it twists you from foe to a friend.
It seems it's been since the Beginning, it seems it be till the end.
I've stood in some mighty hollow thats plum full of hush to the brim.
I've watched the big husky sun wallow in crimson and gold and dim.
Till the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming and the stars tumbled out neck and and I thought I surely was dreaming with the peace of the World piled on top.
The summer, no sweeter was ever, the sunshining woods all a thrill, the grailing aleap in the river, the bighorn on the hill.
The strong life that never knows harness, the wilds where the call,the freshness, the freedom,the farness.Oh God how I'm stuck on it all!
The winter, the brightness that blinds you,the white land locked tight as a drum; the cold fear follows and finds you, the silence that bludgions you dumb.
The that are older than history, the woods where the wierd shadows slant,the stillness, the moonlight, the mystery.I've bade them goodbye, but I can't.
There's a land where the mountains are and the rivers all run God knows where.
There are lives that are airing and aimless and deaths that just by a hair.
are hardships that nobody reckons,there are valleys unpeopled and still.
There's a land, oh how it beckons and beckons.And I want to go back and I will.They're making my money diminish; I'm sick of the taste of
Thank God when I'm skinned to a ,I'll pike to the Yukon again.I'll fight; and you bet it's no sham fight, it's Hell but I've been there before and it's better than this by a great sight.
So me for the Yukon more. There's gold and it's haunting and taunting.
luring me on as a goal.
Yet it the gold that I'm wanting so much as just finding the gold.
the great big broad land way up yonder,it's the forests that silence has leased,it's the beauty that thrills me with wonder,it's the stillness that fills me with peace.