Luyện nghe bài hát Dogtown

Up in Massachusetts, there's a little of land
The men who make the maps, yes, call the place Cape Ann
The men who do the fishing, call it Gloucester Harbor
But the women behind, they call the place Dogtown

The men go out for whaling, the breakers and the fogs
The stay home waiting, they're protected by the dogs
A tough old woman who had seen three husbands drown
the population and she named the place Dogtown

There's all these faced women in their black widow's gowns
Living in this grave granite town
Yeah, you soon learn there's many more than one way to
That's while to the dogs here in Dogtown

And she speaks, my father was a all in the Boston fief
my husband came and asked him for my hand
But little did I then that a Gloucester whaler's wife
Marries, but the sea salt and the

He took me up to Dogtown the day I was a
We had ten together before he left my side
the first mate of a whaling ship, the keeper of the log
He said, "Farewell, my darling, I'm going to leave you my dog"

And I have seen the splintered timbers of a hundred shattered
Known the silence of the and the screeching of the gulls
I've heard that crazy widow Cather walk the harbor as she
At the endless rolling of the waves

by the fireside, the embers slowly die
Is it a of weakness when a woman wants to cry?
The dog is closely watching the fire in his eye
No use to go to sleep this early, no use to try

My blood beats like a woman's, got a woman's breast and thighs
But where am I to offer them, to the ocean or the
Living with silent dog, all the moments of my life
He has been my husband, am I a widow or his wife?

Yes, it's a and it's a fog town
And there's nothing around the sea pounding granite ground
And this black midnight horror of a

I'm standing on this cliff, my eyes fixed on the sea
Six months past when his was due, I'm a widow to be
For this half living with the lonely and the fog
You the bastard of the mating of a woman and a dog

And I have seen the splintered timbers of a shattered hulls
Known the of the granite and the screeching of the gulls
I've heard that crazy widow walk the harbor as she raves
At the endless rolling of the waves

At the endless rolling whisper of the
At the endless rolling of the waves