Luyện nghe bài hát Millworker

(James Taylor)

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

Millwork easy; mill-work ain't hard
Millwork, it ain't nothing but an awful job
I'm waiting for a day
To take me through the
And put me in my coffee
I can have a sandwich and remember

Then me and my machine
For the of the morning
For the rest of the
And the rest of my

Now my mind begins to
To the days on the farm
I can see my father at me,
on his arm
I can hear my stories
Of the storms out on Erie
Where vessels and cargos and
And sailor's were lost

Yes, but it's my has been wasted,
And I been the fool
To let this manufacture 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
Just as long as I am
And never the man whose
is on the label

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