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 faces to feed.

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

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

Now my begins to wander
To the back on the farm.
I can see my smilin'
And me on his arm.

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

Yeah, but it's, my life has wasted.
And I have the fool
To let this
Use my for a tool.
As I ride in the evenin'
I'm at my hands,
Swearin' by my
a young girl ought to stand a better chance.

Oh, but may I work the
as long as I'm able,
And meet the man
Who's 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.