Luyện nghe bài hát Millworker

Now my grandfather was a
He in off the water
My father was a
And i, his daughter
Took up with a no millworking man
massachusetts
Who dies from too whiskey
And me these three faces to feed

ain't easy
Millwork hard
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

it's me and my machine
For the of the morning
For the rest of the
And the of my life

Now my mind to wander
To the days back on the
I can see my smiling at me
on his arm
I can hear my 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 this
Use my for a tool
I can ride home in the
Staring at my
Swearing by my that a young girl
to stand a better chance

So may I work the mills just as 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 rest of the
for the rest of my life