Luyện nghe bài hát Millworker

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

Millwork ain't
Millwork hard
it ain't nothing
But an awful job
I'm waiting for a
To take me the morning
And put me in my coffee
Where I can a sandwich
And

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

Now my begins 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 out on lake eerie
Where and cargos and fortunes
And sailors' lives lost

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

So may I work the mills just as long as I am
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