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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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