Luyện nghe bài hát North Country Blues

Come gather 'round friends and I'll you a tale
Of when the red pits ran a-plenty
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 raised on the
In the wee hours of youth my mother took
And I was up by my brother

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

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

Oh, the passed again, and the giving was good
With the lunch bucket filled every
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 felt
'Till a man come to speak, and he in one week
That eleven was closing

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

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

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

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