Luyện nghe bài hát Millworker

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

ain't easy
Millwork hard
Millwork it ain't
But an boring job
I'm for a daydream
To take me the morning
And put me in my break
I can have a sandwich
And

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

Now my mind begins to
To the days on the farm
I can see my father at me
on his arm
I can my granddad's stories
Of the out on lake eerie
vessels and cargos and fortunes
And sailors' lives were

Yes, but my life has been wasted
And I have been the
To let this
Use my for a tool
I can home in the evening
Staring at my
Swearing by my sorrow that a young
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 rest of the
And the rest of the
Gone for the of my life