Luyện nghe bài hát Blackleg Miner

Blackleg
(Traditional, by Seven Nations)

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

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

Dellaville is a place
they rub wet clay in the blackleg's face
Round the heaps run a foot race
To catch the miner

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

grab his duds and his picks as well
Throw him to the pit of hell
you go and fare thee well
You blackleg miner
So the union if you may
Don't 'til your dying day because
might not be far away