Luyện nghe bài hát Window's Weed

waitin' my dyin' day
that's when I pack tired blues away
that's I go to lay down in my grave
that'll be my day

what I'm workin' for
ain't gonna be your dog no more
gonna bleach an' scrub your kitchen floor
I wonder what I'm for

making tiny for shoes
didn't have the right to pick 'n
know the freedom I would lose
in making tiny feet for

workin' dozen to the
feels like I'm just time
waitin' in goddamn line
hell or heaven be fine

nothin' in the pan
that's the way dealt my hand
that'll be my livin' demand
to get from this land

'round the toes of time
waitin' for the spark that'll free my
put unhappiness behind
jus' for an exit sign