Luyện nghe bài hát The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald

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

With a load of iron ore, thousand tons more
the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and was a bone to be chewed
the gales of November came early

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

Concluding some terms with a steel firms
When they left fully for Cleveland
And later that night the ship's bell rang
Could it be the wind they'd been feelin'?

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

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

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

The captain wired in he had comin' in
And the good ship and crew was in
And later that night his lights went out of sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund

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

They might split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took
And all that remains is the faces and the
Of the wives and the and the daughters

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

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

In a musty old hall in they prayed
In the Maritime Sailors'
The church bell 'til it rang twenty-nine times
For man on the Edmund Fitzgerald

The legend on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gumee'
Superior, said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of come early