Luyện nghe bài hát The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald

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

With a load of iron ore, twenty-six thousand more
Than the Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a to be chewed
the gales of November came early

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

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

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

The dawn came and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November slashin'
When afternoon came, it was rain
In the face of a hurricane west

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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