Luyện nghe bài hát The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald

The legend on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big they called 'Gitche Gumee'
The lake, it is said, never up her dead
the skies of November turn gloomy

With a load of iron ore, twenty-six thousand tons
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald empty
That good ship and true was a to be chewed
the gales of November came early

The ship was the of the American side
Coming back from mill in Wisconsin
As the big freighters go, it was than most
With a crew and captain well-seasoned

Concluding some with a couple steel firms
When left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that when the ship's bell rang
Could it be the north wind been feelin'?

The wind in the wires made the tattle-tale
And the wave broke over the
And man knew, as the captain did too
T'was the witch of November come

The came late and the breakfast had to wait
the gales of November came slashin'
When afternoon came, it was freezin'
In the face of a hurricane west

When supper time came, the old cook came on deck
Fellas, it's too to feed ya
At 7 P.M. a hatchway caved in, he said
Fellas, it's been to know ya

The captain in he had water comin' in
And the ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his went out of sight
Came the of the Edmund Fitzgerald

Does any one know where the love of God
the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made Bay
If they'd put more miles behind her

They might have up or they might have capsized
may have broke deep and took water
And all that is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the

Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the rooms of her mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young dreams
The and bays are for sportsmen

And farther Lake Ontario
Takes in Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go, as the mariners all
the gales of November remembered

In a musty old hall in Detroit they
In the Sailors' Cathedral
The church bell chimed 'til it twenty-nine times
For each man on the Fitzgerald

The legend lives on from the on down
Of the big they call 'Gitche Gumee'
Superior, they said, never gives up her
When the gales of November early