Luyện nghe bài hát North Country Blues

Come gather 'round friends and 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 whole town is

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

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

Well, a winter's wait 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 passed again, and the giving was good
the lunch bucket filled every season
What with three babies born, the was cut down
To a half a shift with no reason

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

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

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

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

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