Luyện nghe bài hát Millworker

Now my grandfather was a
He blew in off the
My was a farmer
And I, his daughter
up with a no good millworking man
From
Who dies too much whiskey
And leaves me these three to feed
Millwork ain't
ain't hard
Millwork it nothing
But an boring job
I'm for a daydream
To take me the morning
And put me in my break
Where I can a sandwich
And
Then it's me and my
For the of the morning
For the of the afternoon
And the rest of my
Now my begins to wander
To the back on the farm
I can see my father at me
on his arm
I can hear my stories
Of the storms out on Eerie
Where and cargos and fortunes
And sailors' lives were
Yes, but my life has been wasted
And I have been the
To let manufacturer
Use my for a tool
I can home in the evening
Staring at my
Swearing by my sorrow that a girl
to stand a better chance
So may I work the mills just as as I am able
And meet the man whose name is on the label
it be me and my
For the of the morning
And the rest of the
Gone for the of my life