Luyện nghe bài hát North Country Blues

Come 'round, friends
And I'll you a tale
Of the red iron ore pits 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 up on the other
In the wee hours of
My mother sick
And I was brought up by my

The iron ore
As the years the door
The drag lines an' the was a-humming
one day my brother
Failed to home
The as my father before him

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

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

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

They in the East
That they are paying too
say that your ore ain't worth digging
That it's cheaper down
In South American
Where the miners work for nothing

So the mining locked
And the red rotted
And the smelled heavy 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 left alone with three

The summer is
The ground's cold
The stars, one by one, a-foldin'
My children go
As as they grow
Oh, there ain't here now to hold them