Luyện nghe bài hát Millworker

Now my was a sailor
He in off the water
My father was a
And I, his daughter
Took up with a no good man
From
Who from too much whiskey
And leaves me these three to feed
Millwork easy
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 me and my machine
For the rest of the
For the of the afternoon
And the rest of my
Now my mind begins to
To the days 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 vessels and cargos and
And lives were lost
Yes, but it's my life has been
And I have the fool
To let manufacturer
Use my for a tool
I can ride home in the
Staring at my
Swearing by my sorrow a young girl
Ought to a better chance
So may I work the mills just as long as I am
And never meet the man name is on the label
it be me and my
For the rest of the
And the rest of the
Gone for the of my life