Luyện nghe bài hát Maggie's Farm

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

Well, I up in the morning
Fold my and pray for rain
I got a head full of
are drivin' me insane

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

I gonna work for
brother, no more
Nah, I ain't work for
brother, no more

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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