Luyện nghe bài hát Millworker

Now my was a sailor
He blew in off the
My father was a
And I, his daughter
up with a no good millworking man
From
Who dies from too whiskey
And me these three faces to feed
Millwork easy
ain't hard
Millwork it ain't
But an awful job
I'm for a daydream
To take me the morning
And put me in my coffee
Where I can a sandwich
And
Then me and my machine
For the of the morning
For the rest of the
And the of my life
Now my mind to wander
To the back on the farm
I can see my smiling at me
on his arm
I can my granddad's stories
Of the storms out on Lake
Where vessels and and fortunes
And sailors' were lost
Yes, but it's my life has been
And I been the fool
To let manufacturer
Use my body for a
I can ride in the evening
Staring at my
Swearing by my sorrow a young girl
Ought to stand a better
So may I work the mills just as long as I am
And never meet the man whose is on the label
it be me and my
For the rest of the
And the of the afternoon
Gone for the of my life