Luyện nghe bài hát North Country Blues

Come gather 'round friends and I'll you a tale
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 my own children are grown
But I was raised on the
In the wee hours of youth my mother sick
And I was brought up by my

The iron ore poured as the years the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was
'Till one day my brother to come home
The same as my father him

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

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

the shaft was soon shut, and more work was cut
And the fire in the air, it felt
a man come to speak, and he said in one week
That number was closing

They complained in the East, are paying too high
They say that your ore ain't worth
That it's much cheaper down in the South American
Where the miners work for nothing

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

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

The summer is gone, the ground's cold
The one by one they're all folding
My children go as soon as they grow
Well, there ain't here now to hold them