Luyện nghe bài hát North Country Blues

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

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

The iron ore as the years passed the door
The drag an' the shovels they was a-humming
'Till one day my brother failed to come
The same as my father him

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

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

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

They in the East, they are paying too high
say that your ore ain't worth digging
That it's much cheaper in the South American towns
Where the miners work almost for

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

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

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