Luyện nghe bài hát The Blackleg Miner

Oh, it's in the after dark
When the blackleg creeps to work
His pants and dirty shirt
There the blackleg miner

Well, he grabs his duds and he goes
To hew the that lies below
There's not a woman in this row
Will look at the miner

Oh, Delaval is a place
They rub wet clay in the blackleg's
And around the heaps run a footrace
To catch the miner

So gan near the Seghill mine
Across the way they stretch a
To the throat, break the spine
On the dirty blackleg

So he grabbed his duds, his picks as
And they hoy down the pit of hell
you go and paid you well
You dirty miner

So the union while you may
wait till your dying day
For that may not be far
You blackleg miner