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, it Gloucester Harbor Sound
But the women left behind, call the place Dogtown

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

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

And she speaks, my father was a merchant all in the fief
When my husband came and asked him for my
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 days together before he my side
He's the first of a whaling ship, the keeper of the log
He said, "Farewell, my darling, I'm to leave you with my dog"

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

by the fireside, the embers slowly die
Is it a sign of weakness when a woman wants to
The dog is closely watching the fire in his eye
No use to go to sleep this early, no use to 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 ocean or the
Living with this silent dog, all the 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 pounding granite
And this black midnight of a hound

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

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

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