Luyện nghe bài hát Sutter's Mill

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

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

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

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

Well, they came New York City
And they from Alabama
their dreams of findin' fortunes
In this wild land

Well, some fell prey to arrows
As tried to cross the plains
And were lost in the Rocky Mountains
their hands froze to the reins

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

Well, some on to California
And others stopped to their rest
And by the of 1860
They had up the West

And the railroad came behind them
And the land was plowed and
When old John Sutter to meet his maker
He'd not one penny to his

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