Luyện nghe bài hát North Country Blues

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

In the north end of town my own children are
But I was raised on the
In the wee of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my

The iron ore as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels was a-humming
one day my brother failed to come home
The same as my before him

Well, a long 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 giving was
With the lunch bucket every season
What with three born, the work was cut down
To a half a day's shift with no

Then the shaft was soon shut, and more was cut
And the fire in the air, it felt
'Till a man come to speak, and he in one week
number eleven was closing

They in the East, they are paying too high
say that your ore ain't worth 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 iron
And the room smelled heavy from
Where the sad, silent song made the twice as long
As I waited for the sun to go

I lived by the window as he 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 is gone, the ground's turning cold
The stores one by one all folding
My children will go as soon as they
Well, there ain't nothing here now to hold