Luyện nghe bài hát Dogtown

Up in Massachusetts, there's a spit of land
The men who make the maps, yes, they call the 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 and the fogs
The women stay home waiting, protected by the dogs
A tough old whaler woman who had three husbands drown
Polled the population and she named the Dogtown

There's all these gray 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 fief
When my came and asked him for my hand
But little did I know then a Gloucester whaler's wife
Marries, but the sea and the sand

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 to leave you with my 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 that crazy widow Cather walk the as she raves
At the endless whisper of the waves

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

My blood beats like a woman's, got a woman's breast and thighs
But where am I to offer them, to the or the skies?
Living with silent dog, all the moments of my life
He has my only 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 granite
And this black horror 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 seen the splintered timbers of a hundred shattered hulls
Known the silence of the and the screeching of the gulls
I've heard that crazy widow Cather walk the as she raves
At the endless whisper of the waves

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