Luyện nghe bài hát Millworker

Now my grandfather was a
He blew in off the
My father was a
And i, his only
Took up a no good millworking man
From
Who from too much whiskey
And me these three faces to feed

Millwork easy
Millwork hard
Millwork it nothing
But an awful job
I'm for a daydream
To take me through the
And put me in my break
I can have a sandwich
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 to wander
To the days on the farm
I can see my father at me
on his arm
I can hear my granddad's
Of the out on lake eerie
vessels and cargos and fortunes
And lives were lost

Yes, but my life has been wasted
And I have the fool
To let manufacturer
Use my for a tool
I can ride home in the
Staring at my
by my sorrow that a young girl
Ought to stand a 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
Gone for the of my life