Luyện nghe bài hát North Country Blues

Come 'round, friends
And tell 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 is empty

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

The iron ore
As the passed the door
The drag lines an' the was a-humming
one day my brother
Failed to come
The as my father before him

Well, a long wait
From the I watched
My friends, they couldn't have been
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 filled every
What with three babies
The was cut down
To a a day's shift with no reason

Then the was soon shut
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 worth digging
it's much cheaper down
In American town
Where the work almost for nothing

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

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 ground's cold
The stars, one by one, a-foldin'
My will go
As soon as they
Oh, there ain't nothing here now to hold