Luyện nghe bài hát North Country Blues

Come gather 'round friends and I'll tell you a
Of the red iron pits ran a-plenty
But the cardboard-filled windows and old men on the
you now that the whole town is empty

In the north end of town my own are grown
But I was raised on the
In the wee hours of youth my took sick
And I was up by my brother

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

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

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 in one week
number eleven was closing

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

So the mining gates locked, and the red rotted
And the smelled heavy from 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 silence of it was building
one morning's wake, the bed it was bare
And I was left with three children

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