Luyện nghe bài hát Millworker

Now my grandfather was a
He blew in off the
My father was a
And i, his only
up with a no good millworking man
From
Who dies from too much
And leaves me these three to feed

Millwork easy
Millwork hard
Millwork it nothing
But an awful job
I'm for a daydream
To take me through the
And put me in my coffee
Where I can a sandwich
And

Then me and my machine
For the of the morning
For the rest of the
And the of my life

Now my begins to wander
To the days on the farm
I can see my father at me
on his arm
I can my granddad's stories
Of the storms out on lake
Where and cargos and fortunes
And sailors' lives lost

Yes, but my life has been wasted
And I been the fool
To let manufacturer
Use my for a tool
I can ride in the evening
Staring at my
Swearing by my that a young girl
Ought to stand a better

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 of the morning
And the of the afternoon
Gone for the rest of my