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 from too whiskey
And leaves me these three faces to
Millwork ain't
Millwork hard
it ain't nothing
But an boring job
I'm for a daydream
To me through the morning
And put me in my break
Where I can have a
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 smiling at me
on his arm
I can hear my granddad's
Of the storms out on Lake
Where vessels and and fortunes
And sailors' lives lost
Yes, but it's my has been wasted
And I have the fool
To let this
Use my for a tool
I can ride home in the
Staring at my
Swearing by my that a young girl
Ought to stand a chance
So may I the mills just as long as I am able
And meet the man whose name is on the label
it be me and my
For the rest of the
And the rest of the
for the rest of my life