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 a no good millworking man
From
Who dies from too much
And me these three faces to feed

Millwork ain't
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 coffee
I can have a sandwich
And

Then it's me and my
For the rest of the
For the rest of the
And the rest of my

Now my mind 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 eerie
Where and cargos and fortunes
And sailors' were lost

Yes, but it's my life has been
And I have been the
To let manufacturer
Use my body for a
I can ride in the evening
at my hands
Swearing by my sorrow that a young
Ought to stand a chance

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

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