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

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

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

Now my begins to wander
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 cargos and
And lives were lost

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

So may I the mills
Just as long as I am
And never the man whose
Name is on the

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