Luyện nghe bài hát Millworker

Now my grandfather was a
He in off the water
My father was a
And i, his only
Took up a no good millworking man
massachusetts
Who dies from too much
And leaves me three faces to feed

ain't easy
Millwork hard
Millwork it ain't
But an awful job
I'm waiting for a
To take me through the
And put me in my coffee
I can have a sandwich
And

Then me and my machine
For the rest of the
For the of the afternoon
And the rest of my

Now my mind to wander
To the back on the farm
I can see my father at me
on his arm
I can hear my granddad's
Of the storms out on lake
Where vessels and and fortunes
And sailors' lives lost

Yes, but it's my has been wasted
And I have been the
To let this
Use my for a tool
I can home in the evening
Staring at my
by my sorrow that a young girl
Ought to a better chance

So may I work the mills as long as I am able
And never meet the man whose is on the label

It be me and my
For the rest of the
And the rest of the
Gone for the rest of my