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

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

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

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

Now my loves money and it bothers my mind
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 all gonna be gone

My baby need clothes, my wife a car
It's a wonder y'all ha, I got far, hey
knockin' and he wants some rent
Now I'm lookin' for the money my wife 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' Uncle Sam and I'm gettin' less
The poor poor and the rich stay rich
An' I'm right here in the middle, now ain't a

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

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

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

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