Luyện nghe bài hát North Country Blues

Come 'round, friends
And tell you a tale
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 north end of
My own children are
But I was raised up on the
In the wee hours of
My mother sick
And I was up by my brother

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

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

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

Then the shaft was 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'

They complained in the
they are paying too high
They say that your ore worth digging
That it's much down
In South American
Where the work almost for nothing

So the gates locked
And the red iron
And the smelled heavy from drinking
the sad, silent song
Made the hour as long
As I for the sun to go sinking

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

The summer is
The turning cold
The stars, one by one, a-foldin'
My children go
As soon as they
Oh, there ain't nothing now to hold them