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 Gloucester Harbor
But the women left behind, they call the Dogtown

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

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

And she speaks, my father was a merchant all in the Boston
When my husband came and him for my hand
But little did I know then that a Gloucester whaler's
Marries, but the sea salt and the

He me up to Dogtown the day I was a bride
We had ten days together he left my side
He's the mate 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 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 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 the fire glints in his eye
No use to go to sleep early, no use to even try

My blood 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 this silent dog, all the of my life
He has been my only husband, am I a or his wife?

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

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

And I have seen the splintered of a hundred shattered hulls
Known the of the granite and the screeching of the gulls
I've that crazy 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 whisper of the