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 windows 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 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 winter's wait from the window 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 three babies born, the work was cut down
To a a day's shift with no reason

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

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

So the gates locked, and the red iron rotted
And the room smelled heavy from
Where the sad, silent song made the hour twice as
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 left alone with children

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