Luyện nghe bài hát Dogtown

Up in Massachusetts, there's a little of land
The men who make the maps, yes, call the place Cape Ann
The men who do the fishing, call it Gloucester Sound
But the women left behind, call the place Dogtown

The men go out for whaling, past the and the fogs
The stay home waiting, they're protected by the dogs
A tough old whaler who had seen three husbands drown
Polled the and she named the place Dogtown

There's all these gray faced in their black widow's gowns
Living in grave yard granite town
Yeah, you soon learn there's many more than one way to
That's while going to the dogs here in

And she speaks, my father was a all in the Boston fief
When my came and asked him for my hand
But little did I know that a Gloucester whaler's wife
Marries, but the sea and the sand

He me up to Dogtown the day I was a bride
We had ten days together before he left my
the first mate of a whaling ship, the keeper of the log
He said, "Farewell, my darling, I'm going to leave you my dog"

And I have the splintered timbers of a hundred shattered hulls
Known the silence of the and the screeching of the gulls
I've heard that crazy widow walk the harbor as she raves
At the rolling whisper of the waves

Sitting by the fireside, the slowly die
Is it a sign of weakness when a wants to cry?
The dog is closely watching the glints in his eye
No use to go to sleep this early, no use to try

My blood like a woman's, I've got a woman's breast and thighs
But where am I to offer them, to the or the skies?
Living with this dog, all the moments of my life
He has been my husband, am I a widow or his wife?

Yes, a Dogtown and it's a fog town
And there's nothing around 'cept the sea granite ground
And this midnight horror of a hound

I'm on this craggy cliff, my eyes fixed on the sea
Six past when his ship was due, I'm a widow to be
For liking this half living the lonely and the fog
You need the bastard of the mating of a and a dog

And I have seen the splintered of a hundred shattered hulls
Known the of the granite and the screeching of the gulls
I've heard that crazy widow walk the harbor as she raves
At the rolling whisper of the waves

At the endless rolling whisper of the
At the rolling whisper of the waves