Luyện nghe bài hát Millworker

Now my was a sailor
He in off the water
My father was a
And i, his only
Took up with a no millworking man
From
Who dies too much whiskey
And me these three faces to feed

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

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

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 stories
Of the storms out on lake
Where vessels and cargos and
And sailors' lives lost

Yes, but my life has been wasted
And I have the fool
To let this
Use my for a tool
I can home in the evening
at my hands
Swearing by my sorrow that a young
Ought to a better chance

So may I work the mills 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 rest of the
Gone for the of my life