Luyện nghe bài hát North Country Blues

Come gather 'round,
And tell 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 town is empty

In the end of town
My own children are
But I was raised up on the
In the wee hours of
My took 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 home
The same as my before 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 John Thomas, a

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

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

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

So the mining locked
And the red rotted
And the room smelled heavy from
Where the sad, song
Made the twice 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 turning
The stars, one by one, they're
My children go
As soon as they
Oh, ain't nothing here now to hold them