Luyện nghe bài hát North Country Blues

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

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

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

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

Oh, the years again
And the was good
the lunch buckets filled every season
What with three babies
The work was cut
To a a day's shift with no reason

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

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

So the gates locked
And the red iron
And the room heavy from drinking
Where the sad, song
Made the hour as long
As I waited for the sun to go

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

The is gone
The ground's cold
The stars, one by one, they're
My will go
As soon as grow
Oh, ain't nothing here now to hold them