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 old book
me a story
Bout how i wasn't so
From my away

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

And they picked me up for not a dress
And my sentence
If i wore somethin a strap that was pink
And i scrubbed up on somebody's
So now i the canadian pacific
And not be too specific, just up north
And get lumber and slumber when i like
And in the spring ride down into cheyenne on my

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 nothin' my
Cookin and washin in the
And startin at
I six boxes of little plastic christmas trees
And put in the leds
On kid toy cell phones borg batteries
And on to the sewing machine
the labels 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
I've nothin to for it

I see her lookin in the mirror at me
Wonderin' if it wasn't for everyone to see
Nothin ever seemed to turn out how it be
I could see her now that all had gone and went
That anything she got was equal what she'd spent
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 choir director
Rehearsals in the basement twice a
I demanded we'd be in peak
And seemed to be going quite well
I got along with the priest...