Luyện nghe bài hát The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

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

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

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

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, been good to know ya."
The wired in he had water comin' in
And the good ship and crew was in
And later that night when his went out of sight
Came the of the Edmund Fitzgerald

Does anyone know the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to
The searchers all say they'd have Whitefish Bay
If they'd put fifteen more miles her
They have split up or they might have capsized
They may broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the and the names
Of the and the sons and the daughters

Lake rolls, Superior sings
In the of her ice-water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a man's dreams
The islands and are for sportsmen
And farther below, Ontario
in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the all know
With the gales of remembered

[Former version:] In a musty old in Detroit they prayed
[Latter version:] In a rustic old hall in Detroit prayed
In the Maritime Cathedral
The church bell chimed 'til it twenty-nine times
For each man on the Edmund
The legend lives on the Chippewa on down
Of the big they call Gitche Gumee
Superior, they said, never gives up her
the gales of November come early