Luyện nghe bài hát Sutter's Mill

In the of 47
So the story, it is
Old John Sutter went to the mill
Found a of shinin' gold

Well, he took it to the
the word like wildfire spread
And old John Sutter soon came to he'd
that stone in the river bed

For they came herds of locusts
Every woman, and man
In their lumberin'
They left their tracks the land

Some would and some would prosper
would die and some would kill
Some would thank the Lord for their
And would curse John Sutter's Mill

Well, they from New York City
And they from Alabama
With dreams of findin' fortunes
In wild unsettled land

Well, some fell to hostile arrows
As tried to cross the plains
And some lost in the Rocky Mountains
With their froze to the reins

Oh, some would fail and some would
Some would die and some kill
Some would thank the for their deliverance
And some would curse John Mill

Well, pushed on to California
And others stopped to take rest
And by the of 1860
They had opened up the

And then the came behind them
And the land was and tamed
When old Sutter went to meet his maker
not one penny to his name

Oh, some would fail and would prosper
Some would die and some kill
Some would thank the for their deliverance
And some would curse John Sutter's
And would curse John Sutter's Mill
Some thirsts are never filled