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 women left behind, call the place Dogtown

The men go out for whaling, the breakers and the fogs
The women stay 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

There's all these gray faced women in their black widow's
Living in this grave yard 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 merchant all in the fief
When my husband came and 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 Dogtown the day I was a
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 leave you my dog"

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

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

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

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

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

And I have seen the splintered of a hundred shattered hulls
Known the silence of the and the screeching of the gulls
heard that 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 rolling whisper of the waves