Luyện nghe bài hát Millworker

Now my grandfather was a
He in off the water
My was a farmer
And I, his daughter
Took up with a no millworking man
Massachusetts
Who dies too much whiskey
And leaves me three faces to feed
Millwork ain't
ain't hard
Millwork it nothing
But an awful job
I'm waiting for a
To take me through the
And put me in my break
I can have a sandwich
And
Then it's me and my
For the rest of the
For the rest of the
And the rest of my
Now my mind to wander
To the days on the farm
I can see my smiling at me
on his arm
I can hear my stories
Of the out on Lake Eerie
Where vessels and and fortunes
And lives were lost
Yes, but my life has been wasted
And I have the fool
To let this
Use my for a tool
I can ride in the evening
Staring at my
Swearing by my sorrow that a girl
Ought to stand a better
So may I work the mills just as as I am able
And never meet the man whose name is on the
it be me and my
For the rest of the
And the of the afternoon
Gone for the of my life