Luyện nghe bài hát North Country Blues

Come gather 'round friends and I'll tell you a
Of when the red iron pits ran
But the windows and old men on the benches
Tell you now that the town is empty

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

The iron ore poured as the passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels was a-humming
one day my brother failed to come home
The same as my before him

Well, a long winter's wait the window I watched
My friends they couldn't been kinder
And my schooling was cut as I in the spring
To John Thomas, a miner

Oh, the passed again, and the giving was good
With the lunch bucket filled season
What with three babies born, the was cut down
To a half a shift with no reason

Then the shaft was shut, and more work was cut
And the fire in the air, it frozen
'Till a man come to speak, and he said in one
That number eleven was

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

So the mining gates locked, and the red rotted
And the room heavy from drinking
Where 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 himself
silence of tongues it was building
'Till one morning's wake, the bed it was
And I was left alone with three

The summer is gone, the ground's turning
The stores one by one they're all
My children will go as as they grow
Well, ain't nothing here now to hold them