Luyện nghe bài hát Millworker

Now my was a sailor
He in off the water
My was a farmer
And i, his only
Took up with a no millworking man
massachusetts
Who from too much whiskey
And leaves me these faces to feed

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

it's me and my machine
For the of the morning
For the of the afternoon
And the of my life

Now my begins to wander
To the days on the farm
I can see my smiling at me
on his arm
I can hear my stories
Of the storms out on lake
Where and cargos and fortunes
And sailors' lives lost

Yes, but it's my life has wasted
And I have been the
To let this
Use my body for a
I can home in the evening
at my hands
Swearing by my sorrow a young girl
Ought to stand a chance

So may I work the mills just as long as I am
And never the man whose name is on the label

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