Luyện nghe bài hát North Country Blues

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

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

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

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

Oh, the years again, and the giving was good
With the lunch bucket every season
What with three born, the work was cut down
To a half a day's 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
number eleven was closing

They complained in the East, they are too high
They say that your ore ain't digging
That it's much cheaper down in the South 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, song made the hour twice as long
As I waited for the sun to go

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

The summer is gone, the ground's turning
The stores one by one all folding
My will go as soon as they grow
Well, there ain't here now to hold them