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

  the Spring of Forty-seven,
 So  story, it is told,
 Old John Sutter went to the mill 
 Found a piece  shining gold.
 
 Well, he took it  the city
 Where the  like wildfire, spread.
  old John Sutter soon came to wish he'd
 Left that stone in the river 
 
 For they came  herds of locusts
 Every  child and man
  their lumbering Conestogas
  left their tracks upon the land.
 
 Some would fail and some would 
 Some would die  some would kill
 Some would thank the  for their deliverance
 And  would curse John Sutter's Mill.
 
 Well,  came from New York City,
 And they came  Alabam'
 With their dreams  finding fortunes
  this wild unsettled land.
 
 Well, some fell prey to hostile 
 As they tried to  the plains.
 And some  lost in the Rocky Mountains
 With their hands  to the reins.
 
 Some would fail  some would prosper
 Some would die and some  kill
 Some  thank the Lord for their deliverance
 And some would  John Sutter's Mill.
 
 Well, some  on to California
  others stopped to take their rest.
  by the Spring of Eighteen-sixty
 They had opened up the 
 
 And then the railroad  behind them
 And  land was plowed and tamed,
 When Old  Sutter went to meet his maker,
 He'd not one  to his name.
 
 Some would fail and some  prosper
 Some would die and  would kill
 Some would  the Lord for their deliverance
 And some would curse  Sutter's Mill.
 
 And some would curse John  Mill
 Some  thirsts are never filled.