Luyện nghe bài hát Dogtown

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

The men go out for whaling, past the and the fogs
The women stay waiting, they're protected by the dogs
A tough old whaler 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 yard granite town
Yeah, you soon learn there's many than one way to drown
That's while going to the dogs here in

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

He me up to Dogtown the day I was a bride
We had ten days together 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 you with my dog"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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