Luyện nghe bài hát North Country Blues

Come 'round, friends
And I'll tell you a
Of when the red iron ore ran plenty
But the cardboard windows
And old men on the
Tell you now the whole town is empty

In the end of town
My own children are
But I was up on the other
In the wee hours of
My took sick
And I was brought up by my

The iron ore
As the passed the door
The lines an' the shovels was a-humming
one day my brother
Failed to come
The same as my father him

Well, a long wait
From the window I
My friends, they couldn't have kinder
And my was cut
As I in the spring
To marry John Thomas, a

Oh, the years passed
And the givin' was
the lunch buckets filled every season
What with babies born
The work was cut
To a a day's shift with no reason

Then the shaft was soon
And my work, it was cut
And the firing air, it felt
Till a man come to
And he said in one
number eleven was closin'

They in the East
they are paying too high
They say that your ore ain't worth
That much cheaper down
In American town
Where the miners work for nothing

So the gates locked
And the red iron
And the room smelled from drinking
Where the sad, silent
the hour twice as long
As I for the sun to go sinking

I by the window
As he talked to
This of tongues, it was building
Then one wake
The bed, it was
And I's alone with three children

The summer is
The turning cold
The stars, one by one, they're
My will go
As soon as they
Oh, there nothing here now to hold them