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

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