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 filled windows
And old men on the
Tell you now the whole town is empty

In the north end of
My own are grown
But I was raised up on the
In the wee hours of
My mother took
And I was brought up by my

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

Well, a long winter's
the window I watched
My friends, couldn't have been kinder
And my was cut
As I in the spring
To John Thomas, a miner

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

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

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

So the gates locked
And the red iron
And the smelled heavy from drinking
Where the sad, song
Made the twice as long
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 alone with children

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