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

Well, I down to my bank
Just to see what I see
I asked the man the desk
I say "Ah, is there any for me?"

Now he didn't know just to say
I say, "I need that in a terrible way"
Now he say, "Yeah" but he didn't 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 wife loves and it bothers my mind
She runs to the store and she buys on
TV's, radios, stereos and I got all kind a phones
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
knockin' and he wants some rent
Now I'm for the money that my wife just spent

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 stay poor and the rich rich
An' I'm here in the middle, now ain't that a

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

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

Payin' taxes worry me to death
Buyin' new and radios and stereos
needs clothes
Wife a old car to get around in

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