Luyện nghe bài hát Millworker

Now my was a sailor
He in off the water
My father was a
And i, his only
Took up a no good millworking man
From
Who dies too much whiskey
And me these three faces to feed

Millwork ain't
ain't hard
Millwork it ain't
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 me and my machine
For the of the morning
For the of the afternoon
And the of my life

Now my begins 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 out on lake eerie
Where vessels and and fortunes
And lives were lost

Yes, but it's my has been wasted
And I have the fool
To let manufacturer
Use my body for a
I can home in the evening
Staring at my
Swearing by my sorrow that a young
Ought to a better chance

So may I the mills just as long as I am able
And never the man whose name is on the label

It be me and my
For the of the morning
And the of the afternoon
Gone for the rest of my