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; came out a fortune last fall.
yet somehow life's not what I thought it, and the gold isn't all; no.
the land,have you seen it? It's the cussidest land I know,
from the big dizzy mountains that screen it to the deep death like below.
say God was tired when he made it, some say it's a fine land to shun;maybe,
but there are some who trade it for no land on Earth, and I'm one.
You come to get rich, that's a good reason. You feel an excile at first, you hate it like Hell for a season and then you're worse than the worst.
It grips you like some kind of sinning, it twists you foe to a friend.
It seems it's been since the Beginning, it seems it will be the end.
I've stood in some mighty mouthed hollow thats 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 crop; and I thought I surely was dreaming with the peace of the piled on top.
The summer, no was ever, the sunshining woods all a thrill, the grailing aleap in the river, the bighorn asleep on the hill.
The strong life never knows harness, the wilds where the caribou 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 locked tight as a drum; the cold fear that follows and finds you, the silence that bludgions you dumb.
The snows that are older than history, the woods where the wierd shadows slant,the stillness, the moonlight, the mystery.I've bade goodbye, but I can't.
There's a land where the mountains are nameless and the all run God knows where.
There are lives are airing and aimless and deaths that just hang by a hair.
There are hardships that nobody reckons,there are valleys 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 of the taste of champagne
Thank God I'm skinned to a finish ,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.
It's me on as a goal.
Yet it isn't the gold that I'm 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.