Luyện nghe bài hát North Country Blues

Come 'round, friends
And I'll you a tale
Of when the red iron ore ran plenty
But the cardboard windows
And old men on the
Tell you now that the whole is empty

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

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

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

Oh, the years again
And the givin' was
With the lunch buckets every season
What with three babies
The was cut down
To a half a day's shift no reason

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

They complained in the
That they are too high
They say your ore ain't worth digging
That it's much down
In South town
Where the work almost for nothing

So the gates locked
And the red iron
And the room smelled heavy from
Where the sad, silent
the hour 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 alone with three children

The summer is
The ground's turning
The stars, one by one, a-foldin'
My children go
As soon as grow
Oh, there nothing here now to hold them