Luyện nghe bài hát North Country Blues

Come gather 'round friends and 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 end of town my own children are grown
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 come
The as my father before him

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

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

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

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

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

I lived by the as he talked to himself
silence of tongues it was building
'Till one wake, the bed it was bare
And I was left alone with children

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