Luyện nghe bài hát Millworker

Now my was a sailor.
He in off the water.
My was a farmer
and I his daughter.

up with a no good
millworking man from
who from too much whiskey
and leaves me these three to feed.

Millwork easy, millwork ain't hard.
Millwork, it ain't
but an awful, job.
I'm waiting for a
to take me through the
Put me in my coffee
where I can a sandwhich and remember.

And it's me and my
for the of the mornin',
for the of the afternoon,
for the of my life.

Now my mind to wander
to the days on the farm.
I can see my father
and me on his arm.

I can my granddad's stories
of the out on Lake Erie,
where and cargos
and and sailor's lives were lost.

Yeah, but my life that's been wasted.
And I have the fool
to let manufacture
use my for a tool.
As I home in the evenin'
I'm at my hands,
by my sorrow
that a young girl to stand a better chance.

Oh, but may I work the
just as as I'm able,
and meet the man
who's is on the label.

Whoa, me and my machine
for the of the mornin',
for the of the afternoon,
for the of my life . . . wasted.