Luyện nghe bài hát North Country Blues

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

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

Well, a long winter's wait from the window I
My friends they have been kinder
And my schooling was cut as I quit in the
To marry John Thomas, a

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

Then the was soon 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
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 cheaper in the South American towns
the miners work almost for nothing

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

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

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