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 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 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 Hell for a season and then you're worse the worst.
It grips you like some kind of sinning, it twists you foe to a friend.
It it's been since the Beginning, it seems it will be till the end.
I've in some mighty mouthed hollow thats plum full of hush to the brim.
I've watched the big sun wallow 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 with the peace of the World on top.
The summer, no sweeter was ever, the woods all a thrill, the grailing aleap in the river, the bighorn asleep on the hill.
The strong life that 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 land 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.
a land 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 to go back 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 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 once more. There's and it's haunting and taunting.
It's me on as a goal.
Yet it isn't the gold I'm wanting so much as just finding the gold.
It's the 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.