Luyện nghe bài hát North Country Blues

Come gather 'round and I'll tell you a tale
Of when the red iron pits ran
But the cardboard-filled windows and old men on the
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 hours of youth my took sick
And I was up by my brother

The iron ore poured as the years the door
The lines an' the shovels they was a-humming
'Till one day my brother failed to home
The as my father before him

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

Oh, the years passed again, and the was good
With the lunch bucket filled every
What with three born, the work was cut down
To a half a day's shift with no

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 eleven was closing

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

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

I lived by the as he talked to himself
This silence of tongues it was
'Till one morning's wake, the bed it was
And I was left with three children

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