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 piece of shinin'

Well, he took it to the
Where the word like spread
And old Sutter soon came to wish he'd
Left that in the river bed

For they like herds of locusts
Every woman, and man
In their Calistogas
left their tracks upon the land

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

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

Well, some fell to hostile arrows
As they to cross the plains
And some were lost in the Rocky
With their hands to the reins

Oh, some would and some would prosper
Some die and some would kill
Some would thank the for their deliverance
And some would curse Sutter's Mill

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

And then the came behind them
And the land was and tamed
When old John Sutter went to his maker
He'd not one penny to his

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