Luyện nghe bài hát Dogtown

Up in Massachusetts, there's a little spit of
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, they call the place

The men go out for whaling, past the breakers and the
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 granite
Yeah, you soon learn there's many than one way to drown
while 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 little did I then that a Gloucester whaler's wife
Marries, but the sea salt and the

He took me up to Dogtown the day I was a
We had ten days together before he left my
He's the first 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 seen the splintered of a hundred shattered hulls
Known the silence of the and the screeching of the gulls
I've heard that crazy Cather walk the harbor as she raves
At the endless rolling whisper of the

Sitting by the fireside, the slowly die
Is it a sign of weakness a woman wants to cry?
The dog is closely 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 them, to the ocean or the skies?
Living with 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 it's a fog
And there's nothing 'cept the sea pounding granite ground
And this black midnight of a hound

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

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

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