Luyện nghe bài hát Dogtown

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

The men go out for whaling, the breakers and the fogs
The women stay home waiting, they're protected by the
A tough old whaler woman who had seen three husbands
Polled the population and she the place Dogtown

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

And she speaks, my was a merchant all in the Boston fief
When my husband and asked him for my hand
But did I know then that a Gloucester whaler's wife
Marries, but the sea salt and the

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

And I seen the splintered timbers of a hundred shattered hulls
the silence of the granite and the screeching of the gulls
I've that crazy widow Cather 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 woman to cry?
The dog is closely the fire glints in his eye
No use to go to sleep this early, no use to try

My blood beats like a woman's, I've got a woman's and thighs
But where am I to offer them, to the ocean or the
Living with this silent dog, all the moments of my
He has been my only husband, am I a widow or his

Yes, it's a Dogtown and it's a fog
And there's around 'cept the sea pounding granite ground
And this black horror of a hound

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

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

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