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, call it Gloucester Sound
But the left behind, they call the place Dogtown

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

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

And she speaks, my father was a merchant all in the Boston
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 the day I was a bride
We had ten days together before he my side
He's the first mate of a ship, the keeper of the log
He said, "Farewell, my darling, I'm to leave you with my dog"

And I have seen the splintered timbers of a shattered hulls
the silence 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 whisper of the

Sitting by the fireside, the 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 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 this dog, all the moments of my life
He has been my only husband, am I a widow or his

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

I'm standing on craggy cliff, my eyes fixed on the sea
Six months past when his was due, I'm a widow to be
For liking this half living the lonely and the fog
You need the 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 crazy widow Cather walk the harbor as she raves
At the endless whisper of the waves

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