Luyện nghe bài hát Millworker

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

Took up with a no
man from Massachusetts
who from too much whiskey
and leaves me these faces to feed.

Millwork easy, millwork ain't hard.
Millwork, it nothin'
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 me and my machine
for the of the mornin',
for the of the afternoon,
for the of my life.

Now my begins to wander
to the days on the farm.
I can see my father
and me on his arm.

I can my granddad's stories
of the out on Lake Erie,
vessels and cargos
and fortunes and sailor's were lost.

Yeah, but it's my life been wasted.
And I have the fool
to let manufacture
use my for a tool.
As I ride in the evenin'
I'm at my hands,
swearin' by my
that a young girl ought to a better chance.

Oh, but may I the mills
just as as I'm able,
and meet the man
name is on the label.

Whoa, it's me and my
for the of the mornin',
for the of the afternoon,
for the rest of my . . . wasted.