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 Massachusetts
Who dies from too much
And me these three faces to feed

ain't easy; mill-work ain't hard
Millwork, it ain't nothing but an boring job
I'm for a day dream
To take me the morning
And put me in my break
Where I can a sandwich and remember

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 on the farm
I can see my father at me,
on his arm
I can hear my grand-dad's
Of the storms out on Lake
vessels and cargos and fortunes
And sailor's lives were

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

So may I work the
Just as as I am able
And meet the man whose
Name is on the

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