Luyện nghe bài hát Milworker

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

Took up with a no
Millworking man massachusetts
Who died from too whiskey
And me these three faces to feed.

Millwork ain't easy, millwork hard.
Millwork, it ain't
But an awful, job.
I'm for a daydream
To take me through the
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 mind begins to
To the days on the farm.
I can see my father
And me on his arm.

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

Yeah, but it's, my has been 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
That a young girl to stand a better chance.

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

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