Luyện nghe bài hát Millworker

(James Taylor)

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

Millwork ain't easy; mill-work 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 coffee
Where I can have a sandwich and

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

Now my begins 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
Where vessels and and fortunes
And sailor's lives lost

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

So may I work the
as long 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