Luyện nghe bài hát The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald

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

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 gales of November early

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

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

The in the wires made the tattle-tale sound
And the wave broke over the
And man knew, as the captain did too
the witch of November come stealin'

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

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

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

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 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 that remains is the faces and the
Of the wives and the and the daughters

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

And farther Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake can send her
And the boats go, as the mariners all know
With the gales of remembered

In a musty old hall in Detroit they
In the Maritime Sailors'
The church bell chimed it rang twenty-nine times
For each man on the Edmund

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