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 me these three faces to feed

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

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

Now my mind begins to
To the back on the farm
I can see my smiling at me,
on his arm
I can hear my grand-dad's
Of the storms out on Erie
Where vessels and cargos and
And sailor's lives were

Yes, but it's my has been wasted,
And I have been the
To let this manufacture use my for a tool.
I can ride in the evening,
Staring at my
Swearing by my sorrow that a girl
Ought to stand a chance

So may I work the
as long as I am able
And never the man whose
Name is on the

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