Luyện nghe bài hát Maggie's Farm

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

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

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

I gonna work for
brother, no more
Nah, I gonna work for
brother, no more

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

he fines you every time you slam the door
I ain't gonna for, nah
I ain't gonna for
Maggie's brother, no

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

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

The National stands around his door
I ain't gonna for, nah
I ain't gonna for
Maggie's pa, no

I gonna work for
Maggie's ma, no
No, I gonna work for
Maggie's ma, no

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

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

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

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

sing while they slave and they just get bored
I gonna work on, nah
I gonna work on
Maggie's farm, no