Luyện nghe bài hát The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald

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

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

The ship was the pride of the side
Coming from some mill in Wisconsin
As the big go, it was bigger than most
With a and good captain well-seasoned

Concluding some terms with a steel firms
When they left loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the bell rang
it be the north wind 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 of November come stealin'

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

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

The captain wired in he had water in
And the good ship and crew was in
And later that night when his lights out of sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund

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 behind her

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

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

And farther below Lake
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 Maritime Sailors'
The church bell chimed 'til it twenty-nine times
For each man on the Fitzgerald

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