Luyện nghe bài hát Cremation Of Sam Mcgee

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

Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee where the cotton blooms and
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 like a
Though he'd often say in his homely way that he'd sooner in hell

On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson
Talk of your cold through the parka's fold it like a driven nail
If our eyes we'd close then the lashes froze till we couldn't see
It wasn't much fun but the only one to whimper was Sam

And that very night as we lay packed in our robes beneath the snow
And the dogs were fed and the stars o'er head dancing heel and toe
He turned to me and Cap says he I'll cash in this trip I
And if I do I'm asking that you won't refuse my last

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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