Luyện nghe bài hát Millworker

Now my was a sailor
He blew in off the
My was a farmer
And i, his daughter
Took up with a no good man
massachusetts
Who dies from too whiskey
And leaves me these three faces to

Millwork easy
Millwork ain't
Millwork it ain't
But an awful job
I'm waiting for a
To take me the morning
And put me in my coffee
I can have a sandwich
And

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

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

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

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