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

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

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

Well, he you a nickel
And he you a dime
And he asks you with a
If you're havin' a good

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

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

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

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

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

Well, she talks to all the
man and God and law
And says
Shes the brains pa

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

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

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

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