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 know 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 me the door

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

Now my wife money and it bothers my mind
She to the store and she buys on time
TV's, radios, and I got all kind 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 rent
Now I'm lookin' for the money my wife just spent

Oh, Lord, um hm, the blues is 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 here in the middle, now ain't that a

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

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

Payin' these taxes me to death
new TV's and radios and stereos
Baby needs
Wife a old car to get around in

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