Luyện nghe bài hát North Country Blues

Come gather 'round and I'll tell you a tale
Of the red iron pits ran a-plenty
But the cardboard-filled windows and old men on the
Tell you now that the whole 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 mother sick
And I was brought up by my

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

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

Oh, the passed again, and the giving was good
With the lunch bucket every season
What with babies born, the work was cut down
To a a day's 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 come to speak, and he in one week
That number eleven was

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

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

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

The summer is gone, the ground's turning
The stores one by one they're all
My children will go as as they grow
Well, there nothing here now to hold them