Luyện nghe bài hát The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald

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

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

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

some terms with a couple steel firms
When they left fully loaded for
And later that night when the ship's rang
Could it be the north they'd been feelin'?

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

The came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came
afternoon came, it was freezin' rain
In the face of a west wind

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

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

Does any one know the love of God goes
When the waves the minutes 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
They may have broke deep and took
And all remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the

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

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

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

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