Luyện nghe bài hát Window's Weed

waitin' 'til my day
that's when I pack these tired away
that's when I go to lay in my grave
that'll be my day

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

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

dozen to the nine
feels I'm just servin' time
waitin' in this line
hell or heaven I'll be

cookin' in the pan
that's the way life my hand
that'll be my last demand
to get somethin' this land

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