Luyện nghe bài hát North Country Blues

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

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

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

Well, a winter's wait
From the window I
My friends, they have been kinder
And my was cut
As I quit in the
To marry John Thomas, a

Oh, the years passed
And the was good
With the lunch filled every season
What with babies born
The was cut down
To a half a shift with no reason

the shaft was soon shut
And my work, it was cut
And the air, it felt frozen
Till a man to speak
And he in one week
That number was closin'

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

So the mining locked
And the red rotted
And the room smelled heavy from
the sad, silent song
Made the hour twice as
As I waited for the sun to go

I lived by the
As he to himself
silence of tongues, it was building
Then one morning's
The bed, it was
And I's left with three children

The is gone
The ground's turning
The stars, one by one, they're
My will go
As as they grow
Oh, there ain't here now to hold them