Luyện nghe bài hát The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald

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

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

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

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

The in the wires made the tattle-tale sound
And the wave over the railing
And every man knew, as the did too
the witch of November come stealin'

The dawn came late and the had to wait
When the gales of came slashin'
afternoon came, it was freezin' rain
In the of a hurricane west wind

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, it's good to know ya

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

Does any one know the love of God goes
When the waves turn the to hours?
The searchers all say have made Whitefish Bay
If put fifteen more miles behind her

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

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

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

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

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