Luyện nghe bài hát The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

The lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gumee
The lake, it is said, gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn
With a load of ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed
[Former version:] That good ship and was a bone to be chewed
[Latter version:] That good ship and crew was a bone to be
When the gales of came early

The ship was the of the American side
Coming back from some mill in
As the big freighters go, it was than most
With a crew and good captain seasoned
Concluding terms with a couple of steel firms
they left fully loaded for Cleveland
Then later that night the ship's bell rang
Could it be the north wind been feelin'?

The wind in the wires a tattle-tale sound
When the wave broke over the
And man knew, as the captain did too
'Twas the of November come stealin'
The dawn came late and the had to wait
When the gales of November came
When came it was freezing rain
In the face of a hurricane west

When came, the old cook came on deck
Saying, "Fellas, it's too to feed ya."
version:] At seven PM a main hatchway caved in
[Latter version:] At seven PM it grew dark, it was
He said, "Fellas, it's been to know ya."
The captain wired in he had water in
And the good ship and crew was in
And that night when his lights went out of sight
Came the of the Edmund Fitzgerald

Does know where the love of God goes
When the waves the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd made Whitefish Bay
If they'd put fifteen miles behind her
They have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke and took water
And all remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the and the daughters

Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the rooms of her ice-water
Old Michigan steams like a man's dreams
The and bays are for sportsmen
And below, Lake Ontario
Takes in what Erie can send her
And the boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November

[Former version:] In a musty old hall in Detroit they
[Latter version:] In a old hall in Detroit they prayed
In the Sailors' Cathedral
The church chimed 'til it rang twenty-nine times
For man on the Edmund Fitzgerald
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on
Of the big they call Gitche Gumee
Superior, they said, gives up her dead
When the gales of come early