Luyện nghe bài hát Tired

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

I Rebbecca back in seventy-seven
And I still her and I guess she loves me too
We go to church on Sunday 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
No rest for the weary, ya move on
And I'm

missed six days and nights of twenty years of working
Money went to taxes and bills I've paid on time
Raise I got six months ago don't meet the cost of
Selling my for these nickels and these dimes

The smell of Becky's coffee rolled me out of bed morning
I showered and I shaved and and pulled my work boots on
Walked in the kitchen, and she was out of the window
And the way she said good
me ask, "Is something wrong?"

She said, "I'm tired, I up tired"
Life is me smooth down to the bone
No rest for the weary, ya move on
And I guess we'll keep goin' till we're gone
And I'm tired, Lord, I'm
Said, "I'm tired", Lord, I'm