Luyện nghe bài hát Dogtown

Up in Massachusetts, there's a little spit of
The men who the maps, yes, they call the place Cape Ann
The men who do the fishing, it Gloucester Harbor Sound
But the left behind, they 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 woman who had seen husbands drown
Polled the and she named the place Dogtown

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

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

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

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

Sitting by the fireside, the embers die
Is it a sign of when a woman wants to cry?
The dog is watching the fire glints in his eye
No use to go to sleep early, no use to even try

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

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

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

And I have seen the splintered 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 endless whisper of the waves

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