Luyện nghe bài hát North Country Blues

Come 'round friends and I'll tell you a tale
Of when the red iron ran a-plenty
But the windows and old men on the benches
Tell you now the whole town is empty

In the north end of my own children are grown
But I was raised on the
In the wee hours of my mother took sick
And I was up by my brother

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

Well, a long winter's wait from the window I
My friends they couldn't have 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 lunch bucket every season
with three babies born, the work was cut down
To a half a day's with no reason

Then the shaft was 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 eleven was closing

They in the East, they are paying too high
They say that your ore worth digging
That much cheaper down in the South American towns
the miners work almost for nothing

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

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

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