Luyện nghe bài hát Blackleg Miner

Blackleg
(Traditional, arranged by Nations)

It's in the after dark
When the blackleg miner creeps to
In his moleskin pants and his dirty
There goes the blackleg

He grabs his and down he goes
To hew the coal that lies
There's not a woman in whole town row
Who'll look at the blackleg

is a terrible place
Where they rub wet clay in the blackleg's
Round the they run a foot race
To the blackleg miner

And on his way to his mine
Across his path they stretch a
To cut the throat and break the
Of the blackleg miner

They his duds and his picks as well
Throw him to the pit of hell
Down you go and fare thee
You dirty miner
So join the if you may
wait 'til your dying day because
That might not be far