Luyện nghe bài hát Maggie's Farm

I ain't gonna on
Maggie's farm, no
No, I ain't gonna on
Maggie's farm, no

Well, I wake up in the
Fold my and pray for rain
I got a head of ideas
That are me insane

It's a the way she makes me scrub the floor
I gonna work on, nah
I ain't work on
Maggie's farm no

I ain't work for
Maggie's brother, no
Nah, I gonna work for
Maggie's brother, no

Well, he you a nickel
And he hands you a
And he you with a grin
If you're havin' a time

Then he fines you every time you slam the
I ain't work for, nah
I gonna work for
brother, no more

I gonna work for
pa, no more
No, I ain't work for
pa, no more

Well, he his cigar
Out in face just for kicks
His bedroom
It is out of bricks

The National stands around his door
I gonna work for, nah
I gonna work for
Maggie's pa, no

I gonna work for
ma, no more
No, I ain't work for
ma, no more

Well, she to all the servants
man and God and law
And everybody
the brains behind pa

Shes sixty-eight but she says twenty-four
I ain't gonna for, nah
I gonna work for
Maggie's ma, no

I gonna work on
farm, no more
No, I ain't work on
Maggie's farm, no

Well, I try my
To be just I am
But wants you
To be just them

They sing while they slave and they just get
I ain't work on, nah
I ain't gonna on
Maggie's farm, no