Luyện nghe bài hát North Country Blues

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

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

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

Well, a long winter's from the window I watched
My friends they have been kinder
And my schooling was cut as I in the spring
To marry John Thomas, a

Oh, the years passed again, and the giving was
With the lunch filled every season
What with babies born, the work was cut down
To a half a day's shift no reason

Then the was soon shut, and more work was cut
And the fire in the air, it felt
'Till a man come to speak, and he in one week
That eleven was closing

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

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

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

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