Luyện nghe bài hát Milworker

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

up with a no good
Millworking man massachusetts
Who died too much whiskey
And me these three faces to feed.

Millwork easy, millwork ain't hard.
Millwork, it ain't
But an awful, job.
I'm for a daydream
To take me through the
Put me in my break
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 begins to wander
To the back on the farm.
I can see my father
And me on his arm.

I can hear my stories
Of the out on lake erie,
Where and cargos
And fortunes and sailor's were lost.

Yeah, but it's, my has been wasted.
And I have been the
To let this
Use my for a tool.
As I ride home in the
I'm at my hands,
Swearin' by my
That a young girl ought to stand a chance.

Oh, but may I the mills
as long as I'm able,
And meet 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.