Luyện nghe bài hát My Friends

The man was a murderer the man below was a thief
And I lay there in the between ailing beyond belief
A weary armful of skin and bone with pain and grief

My feet were froze and the toes were purple and green and gray
The little flesh that clung to my bones you punch it in holes like clay
The skin on my gums was a sullen and slowly peeling away

I was sure enough in a direful fix and I wondered why
did not take the chance that was left and leave me alone to die
Or me off with a dose of dope so utterly lost was I

But no brewed me the green-spruce tea and nursed me there like a child
And the homicide he was to me and bathed my sores and smiled
And the thief he starved that I might be fed and his eyes were kind and

Yet they woefully wicked men and often at night in pain
I heard the speak of his deed and dream it over again
I heard the poor sorrowing for the dead self he had slain

I'll never forget that bitter so evil askew and gray
When they me round in the skins of beasts and bore me to a sleigh
And we started out with the nearest post a hundred away

I'll never forget the trail they broke with its tense woe
And the crunch crunch crunch as their snowshoes sank the crust of the hollow snow
And my breath would fail and every beat of my heart was a blow

And often times I would die the death yet wake up to anew
The sun would be all ablaze on the and the sky a blighting blue
And the tears would in my snow-blind eyes and furrow my cheeks like dew

And the camps we made when their strength outplayed and the day was and wan
And oh the joy of the blessed and I did dread the dawn
And how I the weary men who rose and dragged me on

And oh how I begged to rest to the snow was so sweet a shroud
And oh how I cried when urged me on cried and cursed them aloud
Yet on they strained all racked and pained and their backs were bowed

And then it was all like a lurid dream and I prayed for a release
From the ruthless ones who not leave me to die alone in peace
Till I waked up and I myself at the post of the Mounted Police

And there was my the murderer and there was my friend the thief
With bracelets of steel around their wrists and wicked beyond
But when they come to judgment seat may I be allowed the brief