Luyện nghe bài hát Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works

On one was Albany Avenue
On the side a rushing creek
Laid in Flemish
Three stories high, a of brick
This was a of employ
The Hoopskirt Works
But it hurts
When I think of the privileged
Of the mill like me
sequestered
Only seen on a rope
hangs high over the stream

We are kept like galley
While strangers decorate our graves
A secret of this river, this creek
This stream, oh what it mean?

You'll hear no flattery at the
At the Kinderhook Hoopskirt

comes an undertone of frantic in her stitchery
Idle do the turn to the wicked
a listen, you'll surely see
Between the a foul ensued
Our turns in word
To her
To examine her
Her collection of two hundred and twenty-five

hear no flattery at the factory
At the Kinderhook Hoopskirt

hear no flattery at the factory
At the Kinderhook Works

Each decision we make is on love or fear
Shall I be kind or cruel or
Shall I now a tear?

You can see them up in the windows of the
Any of the week
Like beautifully-gowned wax on display
with the eyes you've ever seen
Squinting to baste the
underskirts as big as wagon wheels
Stabbing feelings with a
Do you like how that

You'll hear no flattery at the
At the Kinderhook Works

hear no flattery at the factory
At the Hoopskirt Works

At the Kinderhook Works