Luyện nghe bài hát Millworker

Now my was a sailor
He blew in off the
My father was a
And i, his daughter
Took up with a no good man
massachusetts
Who dies from too whiskey
And leaves me 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 break
Where I can have a
And

Then it's me and my
For the of the morning
For the of the afternoon
And the of my life

Now my mind to wander
To the days back on the
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 sailors' were lost

Yes, but it's my 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 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 name is on the label

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