Luyện nghe bài hát Sawmill

Well, once I was a slave at the
Talk about a poor boy, talk a poor boy
Never saw a bill

Well, my work was so hard at the
about a poor boy, think about a poor boy
When you go to write your

Well, seen my teardrops down
My wife left sawmill town
She said, sawmill life had many
the gravy was too thin

I work no more at the sawmill
on a poor boy, mercy on a poor boy
Let me have a dollar

If you bring your to the sawmill
Well, how you gonna please her, how you gonna her
she wants a dollar bill

They're not at the sawmill
Women like a dollar, women like a
Yes, and always will

Seen my teardrops falling
My wife left sawmill town
She said the sawmill life had sins, Lord
'Cause the gravy was too

I can't work no at the sawmill
on a poor boy, mercy on a poor boy
Let me have a dollar
Mercy on a poor boy, on a poor boy
Let me a dollar bill