Luyện nghe bài hát Sawmill

Well, once I was a at the sawmill
Talk about a poor boy, talk a poor boy
saw a dollar bill

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

Well, my teardrops falling down
My wife left this town
She said, life had many sins
'Cause the gravy was too

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

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

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

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

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