Luyện nghe bài hát North Country Blues

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

In the end of town
My own are grown
But I was raised up on the
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 lines an' the shovels was
Till one day my
Failed to come
The same as my before him

Well, a long winter's
From the window I
My friends, they have been kinder
And my was cut
As I quit in the
To marry John Thomas, a

Oh, the passed again
And the givin' was
With the lunch buckets filled season
What with three born
The was cut down
To a a day's shift with no reason

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

They complained in the
That are paying too high
They say that your ore worth digging
That much cheaper down
In South American
Where the miners work almost for

So the mining locked
And the red rotted
And the room heavy from drinking
the sad, silent song
Made the hour as long
As I waited for the sun to go

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

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