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 hurled my youth into a grave.I wanted the gold and I got it; came out with a fortune last fall.
yet somehow life's not what I thought it, and somehow the isn't all; no.
There's the land,have you seen it? It's the land I know,
from the big dizzy mountains screen it to the deep death like valleys below.
Some say God was tired when he it, some say it's a fine land to shun;maybe,
but there are some who would trade it for no on Earth, and I'm one.
You come to get rich, that's a good reason. You feel like an at first, you hate it like Hell for a season and then you're worse 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 it will be till the end.
I've stood in some mighty mouthed hollow 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 crop; and I thought I surely was dreaming the peace of the World piled on top.
The summer, no sweeter was ever, the sunshining woods all a thrill, the 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 where the wierd shadows slant,the stillness, the moonlight, the mystery.I've bade them goodbye, but I can't.
a land where the mountains are nameless and the rivers all run God knows where.
There are lives that are airing and and deaths that just hang by a hair.
There are hardships nobody reckons,there are valleys unpeopled and still.
There's a land, oh how it beckons and beckons.And I want to go and I will.They're making my money diminish; I'm sick of the taste of champagne
Thank God when 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 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 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.