Luyện nghe bài hát Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works

On one side was Albany
On the other side a creek
in Flemish bond
Three stories high, a of brick
This was a place of
The Kinderhook Works
But it still
When I of the privileged captivity
Of the mill like me
sequestered
Only on a rope bridge
That hangs over the stream

We are kept like slaves
strangers decorate our father's graves
A dark of this river, this creek
This stream, oh what does it

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

There comes an 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 smiles

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

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

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

You can see them up in the of the factory
Any of the week
Like wax figures on display
the loveliest eyes you've ever seen
Squinting to baste the
Basting underskirts as big as wheels
Stabbing feelings with a
Do you how that feels?

hear no flattery at the factory
At the Kinderhook Hoopskirt

hear no flattery at the factory
At the Hoopskirt Works

At the Kinderhook Works