Luyện nghe bài hát Millworker

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

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

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

Now my mind to wander
To the back on the farm
I can see my father at me
on his arm
I can hear my granddad's
Of the storms out on eerie
Where vessels and and fortunes
And sailors' were lost

Yes, but my life has been wasted
And I been the fool
To let manufacturer
Use my body for a
I can ride home in the
at my hands
Swearing by my that a young girl
to stand a better 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 of the afternoon
Gone for the of my life