Luyện nghe bài hát North Country Blues

Come gather 'round and I'll tell you a tale
Of when the red pits ran a-plenty
But the cardboard-filled windows and old men on the
Tell you now that the town is empty

In the north end of town my own are grown
But I was on the other
In the wee hours of youth my mother took
And I was brought up by my

The iron ore as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was
'Till one day my brother to come home
The as my father before him

Well, a winter's wait from the window I watched
My friends they couldn't have been
And my schooling was cut as I in the spring
To marry John Thomas, a

Oh, the passed again, and the giving was good
With the lunch bucket filled every
What with babies born, the work was cut down
To a half a shift with no reason

Then the was soon shut, and more work was cut
And the fire in the air, it felt
'Till a man come to speak, and he in one week
That number eleven was

They complained in the East, they are too high
say that your ore ain't worth digging
That it's much cheaper down in the South American
the miners work almost for nothing

So the mining locked, and the red iron rotted
And the room heavy from drinking
Where the sad, silent song the hour twice as long
As I for the sun to go sinking

I lived by the window as he talked to
This of tongues it was building
one morning's wake, the bed it was bare
And I was alone with three children

The summer is gone, the turning cold
The one by one they're all folding
My will go as soon as they grow
Well, ain't nothing here now to hold them