Luyện nghe bài hát Dogtown

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

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

There's all these gray women 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 going to the dogs here in Dogtown

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm standing on this craggy cliff, my eyes on the sea
Six months past when his ship was due, I'm a to be
For liking this living 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 hundred hulls
Known the silence of the and the screeching of the gulls
I've heard crazy widow Cather walk the harbor as she raves
At the endless rolling whisper of the

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