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

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

Now he know just what 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 blues is me
Oh, Lord, Lord, Lord, these is killin' me
Yes, sir

Now my wife loves money and it 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 they all gonna be gone

My need clothes, my wife needs a car
a wonder y'all ha, I got this far, hey
Landlord 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 is killin' me
ya

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

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

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

Payin' these taxes me to death
Buyin' new and radios and stereos
Baby clothes
need a old car to get around in

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