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 money in a terrible way"
Now he say, "Yeah" but he didn't say "No"
He just shook my hand and me the door

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Payin' taxes worry me to death
Buyin' new TV's and radios and
Baby clothes
need a old car to get around in

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