Luyện nghe bài hát Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works

On one side was Albany
On the side a rushing creek
Laid in Flemish
Three stories high, a of brick
This was a of employ
The Kinderhook Works
But it still
When I think of the captivity
Of the mill girl me
sequestered
Only seen on a rope
That hangs high the stream

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

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

There an undertone of frantic in her stitchery
Idle talk do the to the wicked
Take a listen, you'll see
Between the a foul ensued
Our heroine in word
To her
To her collection
Her collection of two hundred and twenty-five

hear no flattery at the factory
At the Hoopskirt Works

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

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

You can see them up in the windows of the
Any night of the
beautifully-gowned wax figures on display
with the loveliest eyes ever seen
Squinting to the flouts
Basting as big as wagon wheels
Stabbing feelings with a
Do you how that feels?

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

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

At the Kinderhook Works