Luyện nghe bài hát Millworker

Now my grandfather was a
He in off the water
My was a farmer
And i, his daughter
up with a no good millworking man
From
Who dies from too whiskey
And leaves me three faces to feed

Millwork easy
ain't hard
Millwork it nothing
But an awful job
I'm waiting for a
To take me through the
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 of my life

Now my mind to wander
To the back on the farm
I can see my smiling at me
on his arm
I can my granddad's stories
Of the storms out on eerie
vessels and cargos and fortunes
And sailors' were lost

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

So may I the mills just as long as I am able
And meet the man whose name is on the label

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