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 whiskey
And leaves me these three to feed.

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, but may I work the
Just as as I'm able,
And meet the man
name is on the label.

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