Luyện nghe bài hát The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald

The legend on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they called Gumee'
The lake, it is said, gives up her dead
the skies of November turn gloomy

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

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

Concluding some terms with a couple firms
they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ship's bell
it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?

The wind in the wires made the sound
And the wave over the railing
And man knew, as the captain did too
T'was the witch of come stealin'

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

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

The captain wired in he had water in
And the good and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights out of sight
Came the wreck of the Fitzgerald

any one know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to
The all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd put more miles behind her

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

Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the rooms of her mansion
Old Michigan steams a young man's dreams
The islands and bays are for

And below Lake Ontario
in what Lake Erie can send her
And the boats go, as the mariners all know
With the of November remembered

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

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