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 man from Massachusetts
Who dies from too whiskey
And leaves me these faces to feed

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

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

Now my mind to wander
To the days back on the
I can see my smiling at me,
on his arm
I can hear my grand-dad's
Of the storms out on Lake
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 this manufacture use my for a tool.
I can ride in the evening,
at my hands
Swearing by my sorrow that a young
Ought to stand a better

So may I the mills
Just as as I am able
And never meet the man
is on the label

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