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 up her dead
When the skies of November turn

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

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

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

The wind in the wires the tattle-tale sound
And the wave broke the railing
And man knew, as the captain did too
T'was the witch of November come

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The lives 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 early