Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Talkin' (the Workingman's Blues)

Well, I walked down to my
Just to see I could see
I asked the man the desk
I say "Ah, is any money for me?"

Now he didn't just what to say
I say, "I need that money in a way"
Now he say, "Yeah" but he didn't say "No"
He just shook my hand and showed me the

Oh, Lord, the is killin' me
Oh, Lord, Lord, Lord, these blues is me
Yes, sir

Now my wife loves and it bothers my mind
She runs to the store and she on time
TV's, radios, stereos and I got all a princess phones
A one of days, y'all-a, I think they all gonna be gone

My baby need clothes, my wife a car
It's a y'all ha, I got this far, hey
Landlord knockin' and he wants some
Now I'm lookin' for the money that my wife just

Oh, Lord, um hm, the is killin' me
Oh, Lord, Lord, Lord, these blues is me
ya

Tax ain't nothin' but a mess
Payin' Uncle Sam and I'm gettin' less
The poor poor and the rich stay rich
An' I'm here in the middle, now ain't that a

Barely by makes me mean
'Cause the politicians I'm payin', are real clean
Step down Mister Politician and like I do
I want you to the workin' man blues

Oh, Lord, oh, Lord, blues is killin' me
Oh, Lord, Lord, Lord, blues is killin' me

these taxes worry me to death
Buyin' new and radios and stereos
Baby needs
need a old car to get around in

Oh, it's a bein' poor
I say, a bitch bein' poor