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 piece of gold

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

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

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

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

Well, some fell prey to hostile
As they to cross the plains
And some were lost in the Mountains
With their hands froze to the

Oh, some would fail and some would
Some would die and would kill
Some would thank the Lord for deliverance
And would curse John Sutter's Mill

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

And then the came behind them
And the land was plowed and
When old John Sutter went to meet his
He'd not one to his name

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