Luyện nghe bài hát Dogtown

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

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

There's all these gray faced in their black widow's gowns
Living in this grave yard town
Yeah, you soon learn there's more than one way to drown
That's while going to the here in Dogtown

And she speaks, my father was a all in the Boston fief
When my came and asked him for my hand
But little did I know 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 days together before he left my
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 the splintered timbers of a hundred shattered hulls
Known the silence of the and the screeching of the gulls
I've heard crazy widow Cather walk the harbor as she raves
At the endless whisper 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 the fire glints in his eye
No use to go to this early, no use to even try

My blood like a woman's, I've got a woman's breast and thighs
But am I to offer them, to the ocean or the skies?
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 'cept the sea pounding ground
And this midnight horror of a hound

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

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

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