Luyện nghe bài hát Millworker

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

Millwork easy
Millwork ain't
it ain't nothing
But an boring job
I'm waiting for a
To me through the morning
And put me in my break
Where I can 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 begins to wander
To the days on the farm
I can see my father at me
on his arm
I can my granddad's stories
Of the storms out on eerie
Where vessels and and fortunes
And lives were lost

Yes, but my life has been wasted
And I been the fool
To let manufacturer
Use my for a tool
I can ride in the evening
at my hands
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 meet the man 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