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 with a no good man
From
Who dies too much whiskey
And me these three faces to feed

ain't easy
Millwork ain't
Millwork it ain't
But an boring job
I'm waiting for a
To take me the morning
And put me in my break
Where I can have a
And

Then it's me and my
For the of the morning
For the of the afternoon
And the of my life

Now my begins to wander
To the back on the farm
I can see my father at me
on his arm
I can hear my stories
Of the storms out on lake
Where vessels and cargos and
And lives were lost

Yes, but it's my life has wasted
And I have the fool
To let this
Use my for a tool
I can ride home in the
at my hands
Swearing by my sorrow that a girl
to stand a better chance

So may I work the mills as long as I am able
And meet the man whose name is on the label

It be me and my
For the of the morning
And the of the afternoon
for the rest of my life