Luyện nghe bài hát Tired

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

Married back in seventy-seven
I still love her and I she loves me too
We go to church on Sundays 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 me smooth down to the bone
no rest for the weary, just move on

I've only missed six in nigh on twenty years o' work
Money went to taxes and these I've paid on time
The raise I got two months ago meet the cost o' living
my body for these nickels and these dimes

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

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

Tired, Lord I'm
Tired, God I'm