Luyện nghe bài hát After Taxes

I feel so come payday
I of all the things I'm gonna
Buy I pick up my pay

Don't you know, but then they me
That little envelope
I peep inside, I lose all hope

from those total wages earned
Down to net amount that's due
I feel the painful sense of between the two

There goes bracelet for her arm
There that new fence for my farm
There that brand new Pontiac
There goes the shirt off my back

You can dream a honeymoon for two
You can dream but about all you can do
'Cause by the time old Sam gets through with you

You can buy her a pair of
A powder for her nose
And her down to Sloppy Joe's for beer
And stew them are the facts tax

You can dream about in the sun
You can dream but you can't never you one
'Cause by the time your good old Uncle Sam gets

You've got just for gas
To see city limits pass
And if you get home fourth class
I'd say you won

There goes that for her arm
There that new fence for my farm
Send back that short wave radio cancel that to Mexico
Forget that new Pontiac
goes the shirt right off my back