Luyện nghe bài hát Maggie's Farm

I gonna work on
Maggie's farm, no
No, I gonna work on
Maggie's farm, no

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

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

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

Well, he you a nickel
And he hands you a
And he asks you with a
If you're a good time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I gonna work on
Maggie's farm, no
No, I gonna work on
Maggie's farm, no

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

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