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 whole town is

In the end of town
My own are grown
But I was up on the other
In the wee of youth
My mother sick
And I was up by my brother

The iron ore
As the years 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 long wait
From the window I
My friends, they couldn't have kinder
And my was cut
As I quit in the
To John Thomas, a miner

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

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

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

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

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

The is gone
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