Luyện nghe bài hát Tired

My name is Jackson, I was after my father
Followed in his footsteps, down here to factory
I ain't complainin', wouldn't waste my to bother
This work hard, it's only borin' as can be

Rebecca back in seventy-seven
I still her and I guess she loves me too
We go to on Sundays 'cause we want to go to Heaven
Me and my family, ain't that how supposed to do

But I'm tired, Lord I'm
Life is wearin' me smooth down to the
With no rest for the weary, just on

I've only missed six days in nigh on twenty o' work
Money went to taxes and these bills I've paid on
The I got two months ago don't meet the cost o' living
my body for these nickels and these dimes

The of Beckys coffee rolled me out of bed this morning
I showered and shaved and dressed and I pulled my work on
Walked in the kitchen, she was out the window
And the way she said good morning me ask, "Is something wrong"

She said, "I'm tired, I up tired"
is wearin' me smooth down to the bone
With no rest for the weary, just on
And I guess you just goin' till your gone

Tired, I'm tired
Tired, God I'm