Luyện nghe bài hát Millworker

(James Taylor)

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

Millwork ain't easy; ain't hard
Millwork, it ain't but an awful boring job
I'm for a day dream
To take me the morning
And put me in my break
Where I can have a and remember

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

Now my mind begins to
To the days back on the
I can see my smiling at me,
on his arm
I can my grand-dad's stories
Of the storms out on Lake
Where vessels and and fortunes
And sailor's were lost

Yes, but my life has been wasted,
And I been the fool
To let manufacture use my body for a tool.
I can ride in the evening,
Staring at my
Swearing by my sorrow that a girl
Ought to stand a better

So may I work the
Just as long as I am
And never meet the man
Name is on the

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