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 gold

Well, he it to the city
Where the like wildfire spread
And old John Sutter soon came to he'd
Left that stone in the bed

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then the railroad behind them
And the was plowed and tamed
When old John Sutter went to meet his
not one penny to his name

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