Luyện nghe bài hát Millworker

Now my was a sailor
He blew in off the
My was a farmer
And i, his daughter
Took up with a no millworking man
From
Who dies too much whiskey
And leaves me these three faces to

ain't easy
Millwork ain't
Millwork it nothing
But an awful job
I'm for a daydream
To take me through the
And put me in my coffee
Where I can have a
And

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

Now my mind begins to
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 lake
Where vessels and cargos and
And sailors' lives 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
Staring at my
Swearing by my that a young girl
to stand a better 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
Gone for the of my life