Luyện nghe bài hát Dogtown

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

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

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

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

He me up to Dogtown the day I was a bride
We had ten days 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 you with my dog"

And I have seen the splintered 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 rolling whisper of the waves

by the fireside, the embers slowly die
Is it a sign of weakness when a woman 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 beats like 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 only husband, am I a 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 this craggy cliff, my fixed on the sea
Six past when his ship was due, I'm a widow to be
For liking this half living 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 of the granite and the screeching of the gulls
I've heard that crazy widow Cather the harbor as she raves
At the endless rolling of the waves

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