Luyện nghe bài hát Saw Mill

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

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

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

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