Luyện nghe bài hát North Country Blues

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

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 ore poured
As the years passed the
The drag lines an' the was a-humming
Till one day my
Failed to home
The same as my father him

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

Oh, the passed again
And the givin' was
With the lunch buckets every season
What with babies born
The was cut down
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 felt
a man come to speak
And he in one week
That number was closin'

complained in the East
That they are too high
They say that your ore ain't digging
That much cheaper down
In South American
the miners work almost for nothing

So the mining gates
And the red rotted
And the room smelled from drinking
Where the sad, song
Made the twice as long
As I for the sun to go sinking

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

The is gone
The turning cold
The stars, one by one, a-foldin'
My will go
As as they grow
Oh, there ain't here now to hold them