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

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

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

My baby clothes, my wife needs a car
a wonder y'all ha, I got this far, hey
Landlord knockin' and he 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, blues is killin' me
ya

Tax time ain't nothin' but a
Uncle Sam more and I'm gettin' less
The stay poor and the rich stay 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' clean
Step down Politician and live like I do
I want you to the workin' man blues

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