Luyện nghe bài hát Kentucky Coal Miner's Prayer

Deep in the of Harlan County
Employed by the Cumberland company
The pay is short, the days are
But our labor union laws are coming on
So I this whiskey for my throat

Wear my hard hat and weathered
Early every morning I stand in
Waiting to work these coal mines

We enter the shaft five thirty
With two hands, cold, callused and dirty
We'll dig a million tons of rock and clay
And we'll be digging at the end of the day
Down on our we confess our sins
And pray that the roof above don't in

So bless our hearts and or souls
And the air we down in the devil's hole
Just week when the the ceiling fell
The explosion trapped us in the of hell

The weight of the earth took poor Tucker's
behind a hungry baby and wife
We dug out with our shovels and
But soon enough the black lung disease will us sick

So bless our and save or souls
And the air we breathe in the devil's hole
I work deep in the of eastern Kentucky

I know if I leave alive I'll be more than lucky
Wish I could go to and plant some cottonseed
But moving takes and I've got three mouths to feed
So I drink this for my throat
Wear my hat and weathered coat
Early every I stand in line
Waiting to another Kentucky coal mine