Luyện nghe bài hát Milworker

Now my was a sailor.
He in off the water.
My was a farmer
And I his daughter.

up with a no good
Millworking man from
Who died from too much
And me these three faces to feed.

ain't easy, millwork ain't hard.
Millwork, it ain't
But an awful, job.
I'm waiting for a
To me through the mornin';
Put me in my coffee
Where I can have a and remember.

And me and my machine
For the of the mornin',
For the of the afternoon,
For the of my life.

Now my mind begins to
To the days on the farm.
I can see my father
And me on his arm.

I can hear my stories
Of the out on lake erie,
vessels and cargos
And fortunes and sailor's were lost.

Yeah, but it's, my has been wasted.
And I have the fool
To let manufacture
Use my for a tool.
As I home in the evenin'
I'm at my hands,
by my sorrow
That a young girl to stand a better chance.

Oh, but may I work the
as long as I'm able,
And never the man
name is on the label.

Whoa, it's me and my
For the of the mornin',
For the of the afternoon,
For the rest of my . . . wasted.