Luyện nghe bài hát The Spell Of The Yukon

I wanted the gold and I sought it,I scrabbled and mucked 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 with a fortune last fall.
yet somehow life's not I thought it, and somehow the gold isn't all; no.
There's the land,have you it? It's the cussidest land I know,
from the big dizzy mountains that it to the deep death like valleys below.
Some say God was tired when he made it, some say it's a fine to shun;maybe,
but are some 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 for a season and then you're worse than the worst.
It you like some kind of sinning, it twists you from foe to a friend.
It it's been since the Beginning, it seems it will be till the end.
I've stood in some mighty mouthed thats plum full of hush to the brim.
I've watched the big husky sun in crimson and gold and grow 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 grailing aleap in the river, the asleep on the hill.
The strong life that never knows harness, the where the caribou call,the freshness, the freedom,the farness.Oh God how I'm stuck on it all!
The winter, the brightness that you,the white land 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 slant,the stillness, the moonlight, the mystery.I've bade them goodbye, but I can't.
There's a where the mountains are nameless and the rivers all run God knows where.
There are lives that are airing and aimless and deaths that just by a hair.
There are hardships that nobody reckons,there are unpeopled and still.
There's a land, oh how it beckons and beckons.And I want to go back and I will.They're 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 once more. There's and it's haunting and taunting.
luring me on as a goal.
Yet it isn't the gold that I'm so much as just finding the gold.
It's the great big broad land way up yonder,it's the forests that has leased,it's the beauty that thrills me with wonder,it's the stillness that fills me with peace.