Luyện nghe bài hát Window's Weed

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

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

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

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

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

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