Luyện nghe bài hát Millworker

Now my was a sailor.
He in off the water.
My father was a
and I his daughter.

Took up with a no
millworking man Massachusetts
who died from too much
and me these three faces to feed.

Millwork ain't easy, millwork hard.
Millwork, it ain't
but an awful, job.
I'm for a daydream
to take me through the
Put me in my coffee
where I can have a and remember.

And it's me and my
for the of the mornin',
for the of the afternoon,
for the of my life.

Now my mind to wander
to the back on the farm.
I can see my smilin'
and me on his arm.

I can hear my stories
of the out on Lake Erie,
where and cargos
and fortunes and sailor's lives lost.

Yeah, but my life that's been wasted.
And I been the fool
to let this
use my for a tool.
As I home in the evenin'
I'm at my hands,
by my sorrow
that a young ought to stand a better chance.

Oh, but may I work the
just as as I'm able,
and never the man
who's is on the label.

Whoa, me and my machine
for the of the mornin',
for the of the afternoon,
for the of my life . . . wasted.