Luyện nghe bài hát Window's Weed

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

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

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

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

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

playin' 'round the of time
waitin' for the that'll free my mind
that'll put unhappiness
jus' lookin' for an sign