Luyện nghe bài hát The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald

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

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

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

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

The wind in the wires made the tattle-tale
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 came slashin'
afternoon came, it was freezin' rain
In the face of a hurricane wind

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

The wired in he had water comin' in
And the ship and crew was in peril
And later that 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 turn the to hours?
The searchers all say have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd put fifteen more behind her

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

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

And below Lake Ontario
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 hall in Detroit prayed
In the Maritime Sailors'
The church bell chimed 'til it rang times
For man on the Edmund Fitzgerald

The lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gumee'
Superior, they said, gives up her dead
When the gales of come early