Luyện nghe bài hát Cremation Of Sam Mcgee

There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for
The Arctic trails their secret tales that would make your blood run cold
The Northern Lights have seen sights but the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam

Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee where the cotton and blows
Why he left his home in the South to roam round the Pole God only
He was always cold but the land of gold seemed to hold him a spell
Though he'd often say in his homely way that he'd sooner live in

On a Christmas Day we mushing our way over the Dawson trail
Talk of your cold through the parka's fold it stabbed like a nail
If our eyes we'd close then the lashes froze till sometimes we see
It much fun but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee

And that very night as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the
And the were fed and the stars o'er head were dancing heel and toe
He turned to me and Cap says he cash in this trip I guess
And if I do I'm asking that you refuse my last request

Well he seemed so low I couldn't say no then he says with a sort of moan
It's the cursed cold and it's got right hold till I'm clean through to the bone
Yet taint being dead it's my awful dread of the icy grave pains
So I want you to swear that foul or you'll cremate my last remains

A pal's last need is a thing to heed so I I would not fail
And we started on at the streak of dawn but God! he looked pale
He crouched on the sleigh and he raved all day of his home in
And before a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee

There a breath in that land of death and I hurried horror-driven
With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid because of a promise
It was lashed to the sleigh and it seemed to say you may tax your and brains
But you promised true and it's up to you to cremate last remains

Now a promise made is a debt unpaid and the has its own stern code
In the days to come though my lips dumb in my heart how I cursed that load
In the long long night by the lone firelight while the huskies round in a
Howled out woes to the homeless snows oh God! how I loathed the thing

And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and grow
And on I went though the were spent and the grub was getting low
The trail was bad and I felt half mad but I swore I would not in
And I'd often sing to the hateful and it hearkened with a grin

Till I came to the marge of Lebarge and a derelict there lay
It was jammed in the ice but I saw in a it was called the Alice May
And I looked at it and I thought a bit and I looked at my chum
Then Here said I with a cry is my crematoreum

Some planks I tore the cabin floor and I lit the boiler fire
Some coal I found that was lying around and I the fuel higher
The flames just soared and the furnace such a blaze you seldom see
And I burrowed a in the glowing coal and I stuffed in Sam McGee

Then I a hike for I didn't like to hear him sizzle so
And the heavens scowled and the huskies howled and the wind began to
It was icy cold but the hot sweat down my cheeks and I don't know why
And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went down the sky

I do not know how long in the I wrestled with grisly fear
But the stars came out and they about ere again I ventured near
I was sick dread but I bravely said: I'll just take a peep inside
I guess he's cooked and time I looked then the door I opened wide

And there sat Sam looking cool and in the heart of the furnace roar
And he wore a smile you could see a and he said please close that door
fine in here but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm
Since I left down in Tennessee it's the first time I've been warm

There are strange done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold
The Arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run
The Lights have seen queer sights but the queerest they ever did see
Was night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam McGee