🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Sutter's Mill - Dan Fogelberg

  the Spring of Forty-seven,
 So the story, it  told,
 Old John  went to the mill site
 Found a piece of  gold.
 
 Well,  took it to the city
 Where the  like wildfire, spread.
 And old John Sutter soon  to wish he'd
 Left that  in the river bed.
 
 For they came  herds of locusts
  woman, child and man
 In their  Conestogas
 They left their tracks upon the 
 
 Some would  and some would prosper
 Some would  and some would kill
 Some would thank the Lord  their deliverance
 And some would curse  Sutter's Mill.
 
 Well, they came from New  City,
 And they came  Alabam'
 With their  of finding fortunes
 In this wild  land.
 
 Well, some  prey to hostile arrows
 As they  to cross the plains.
 And  were lost in the Rocky Mountains
 With their hands froze  the reins.
 
 Some would  and some would prosper
 Some would die and some  kill
 Some would thank the Lord  their deliverance
  some would curse John Sutter's Mill.
 
 Well, some  on to California
 And others stopped to  their rest.
 And  the Spring of Eighteen-sixty
  had opened up the west.
 
 And then the railroad came behind 
 And the land was plowed  tamed,
 When Old John Sutter went  meet his maker,
 He'd not one penny to  name.
 
 Some would fail  some would prosper
 Some would die  some would kill
 Some  thank the Lord for their deliverance
 And some would curse  Sutter's Mill.
 
 And some would curse  Sutter's Mill
 Some men's thirsts are  filled.