Luyện nghe bài hát Millworker

Now my was a sailor
He in off the water
My father was a
And I, his daughter
up with a no good millworking man
From
Who from too much whiskey
And leaves me these three faces to
Millwork ain't
Millwork hard
Millwork it nothing
But an boring job
I'm waiting for a
To take me through the
And put me in my break
I can have a sandwich
And
it's me and my machine
For the rest of the
For the rest of the
And the of my life
Now my mind begins to
To the back on the farm
I can see my smiling at me
on his arm
I can hear my stories
Of the storms out on Lake
Where vessels and cargos and
And lives were lost
Yes, but it's my has been wasted
And I have the fool
To let this
Use my for a tool
I can home in the evening
Staring at my
Swearing by my sorrow a young girl
Ought to stand a better
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 of the morning
And the rest of the
for the rest of my life