Luyện nghe bài hát Dogtown

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

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

And she speaks, my father was a merchant all in the Boston
When my husband came and him for my hand
But did I know 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 mate of a whaling ship, the of the log
He said, "Farewell, my darling, I'm going to leave you my dog"

And I have seen the splintered timbers of a shattered 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 rolling whisper of the waves

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

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

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

I'm standing on this craggy cliff, my fixed 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
the silence of the granite and the screeching of the gulls
I've heard crazy widow Cather walk the harbor as she raves
At the endless whisper of the waves

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