Luyện nghe bài hát Saw Mill

Well once I was a slave at the
Talk about a poor boy talk a poor boy never saw a dollar bill
My work was so hard at the
Think a poor boy think about a poor boy let me have a dollar bill

Well see my teardrops falling my wife left the sawmill town
She said life had been a sin the gravy was too thin
And I'd no more at the sawmill
of a poor boy mercy a poor boy let me have a dollar bill

And if you your wife to the sawmill
How you gonna please her how you gonna her
she wants a dollar bill
They're not satisfied at the
Cause women like a dollar women like a dollar yes and women always

Oh see my falling down...
Mercy of a poor boy mercy a boy let me have a dollar bill