Luyện nghe bài hát North Country Blues

Come 'round friends and I'll 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 is empty

In the north end of town my own children are
But I was raised on the
In the wee hours of youth my mother took
And I was brought up by my

The iron ore poured as the passed the door
The drag an' the shovels 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 I watched
My friends they couldn't have kinder
And my was cut as I quit in the spring
To John Thomas, a miner

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

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

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

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

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

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