Luyện nghe bài hát The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald

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

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

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

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

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

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

When supper 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, been good to know ya

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

any one know where the love of God goes
When the waves the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made Bay
If they'd put fifteen more behind her

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

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

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

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

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