Luyện nghe bài hát North Country Blues

Come 'round, friends
And I'll tell you a
Of the red iron ore pits ran plenty
But the filled windows
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 took sick
And I was brought up by my

The iron ore
As the years the door
The lines an' the shovels was a-humming
Till one day my
Failed to come
The same as my before 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 marry John Thomas, a

Oh, the years passed
And the givin' was
With the lunch buckets every season
What with babies born
The was cut down
To a half a shift with no reason

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

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

So the gates locked
And the red rotted
And the smelled heavy from drinking
Where the sad, silent
Made the hour twice as
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 with children

The is gone
The turning cold
The stars, one by one, a-foldin'
My will go
As soon as grow
Oh, ain't nothing here now to hold them