Luyện nghe bài hát Millworker

Now my was a sailor
He blew in off the
My was a farmer
And i, his only
Took up a no good millworking man
massachusetts
Who dies from too much
And leaves me three faces to feed

ain't easy
Millwork hard
it ain't nothing
But an boring job
I'm for a daydream
To take me the morning
And put me in my coffee
Where I can a sandwich
And

Then me and my machine
For the rest of the
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 granddad's
Of the storms out on eerie
Where vessels and cargos and
And sailors' lives were

Yes, but it's my life has wasted
And I have the fool
To let this
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 the mills just as long as I am able
And never meet the man whose name is on the

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