Luyện nghe bài hát Millworker

(James Taylor)

Now my was a sailor,
He in off the water
My father was a
I, his daughter,
Took up with a no-good millworking man Massachusetts
Who from too much whiskey
And leaves me three faces to feed

Millwork ain't easy; mill-work ain't
Millwork, it ain't but an awful boring job
I'm for a day dream
To me through the morning
And put me in my coffee
Where 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 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 Erie
Where vessels and cargos and
And sailor's lives were

Yes, but it's my life has wasted,
And I been the fool
To let manufacture use my body for a tool.
I can home in the evening,
at my hands
Swearing by my that a young girl
Ought to a better chance

So may I the mills
as long as I am able
And never meet the man
Name is on the

It be me and my
For the of the morning
For the rest of the
And the of my life