Luyện nghe bài hát Slavin' Away

Slavin'

away
All for you my
And nothin to show for it
Cept my dusty old book full of
A dusty old
Tell me a
Bout how i so tired
my slavin' away

I ran off
Put on corduroy knickers i got from the coal shovelin' kid
And in a rickety old ford
Hitchhiked in a rattly old norton car
Down roads
In the rain, as the poet put it
On up to st.
On a cold day in the of the fall

And they me up for not wearin a dress
And suspended my
If i wore somethin with a strap was pink
And i scrubbed up on sink
So now i catch the pacific
And not be too specific, somewhere up north
And get lumber and slumber when i like
And in the spring ride down cheyenne on my bike

I looked out the
And i stuck my out the door
And the was melting so slow...
And the sky was but so gray...

away
And all for my love
Cookin and in the morning
And startin at
I assemble six boxes of little plastic trees
And put in the leds
On kid toy phones with borg batteries
And on to the sewing machine
Stick the on purple t-shirts
And the on pull-over jumpers for the uk

Slavin'
All for you my
And i've to show for it
nothin to show for it

I could see her lookin in the at me
Wonderin' if it wasn't plain for to see
ever seemed to turn out how it might be
I could see her doubting now that all had and went
That anything she got was equal what that she'd
That she never seemed to get back what that lent

they did have a son
And by the he was married and i played at his wedding too at holy trinity
I was director myself
Rehearsals in the basement twice a
I demanded we'd be in peak
And seemed to be going quite well
I got well with the priest...