Luyện nghe bài hát North Country Blues

Come 'round, friends
And tell you a tale
Of when the red ore pits ran plenty
But the cardboard filled
And old men on the
Tell you now the whole town is empty

In the north end of
My own children are
But I was raised up on the
In the wee of youth
My mother sick
And I was brought up by my

The iron ore
As the years passed the
The drag lines an' the was a-humming
Till one day my
to come home
The same as my before him

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

Oh, the years again
And the was good
With the lunch buckets filled every
What with three born
The work was cut
To a half a day's with no reason

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

They complained in the
That they are paying too
They say that ore ain't worth digging
That it's much cheaper
In South American
Where the miners work almost for

So the gates locked
And the red rotted
And the room smelled from drinking
Where the sad, silent
Made the hour twice as
As I waited for the sun to go

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

The summer is
The ground's cold
The stars, one by one, they're
My will go
As soon as grow
Oh, there ain't nothing now to hold them