Luyện nghe bài hát The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on
Of the big lake they called 'Gitche
The lake, it is said, never gives up her
When the skies of turn gloomy

With a of iron ore, twenty-six thousand tons more
the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That 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 go, it was bigger than most
With a crew and good captain

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

The wind in the wires made the sound
And the broke over the railing
And man knew, as the captain did too
the witch of November come stealin'

The dawn came and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of came slashin'
When afternoon came, it was freezin'
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 caved in, he said
Fellas, it's been good to ya

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

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

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

Lake Huron rolls, 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 of November remembered

In a musty old in Detroit they prayed
In the Maritime Sailors'
The church bell chimed 'til it rang times
For man on the Edmund Fitzgerald

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