Luyện nghe bài hát My Friends

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And often times I would die the yet wake up to life anew
The sun would be all on the waste and the sky a blighting blue
And the tears would rise in my 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 halt and I did dread the
And how I hated the weary men who and dragged me on

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

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

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