Luyện nghe bài hát The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald

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

a load of iron ore, twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed
That good ship and true was a bone to be
When the of November came early

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

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

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

The dawn came late and the breakfast had to
When the gales of came slashin'
afternoon 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 rough to ya
At 7 P.M. a main caved in, he said
Fellas, it's been to know ya

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

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

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

Lake rolls, Superior sings
In the rooms of her ice-water
Old Michigan steams like a young man's
The islands and are for sportsmen

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

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

The legend on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake call 'Gitche Gumee'
Superior, they said, gives up her dead
When the of November come early