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

Well, I walked down to my
to see what I could see
I the man behind the desk
I say "Ah, is there any 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 showed me the

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

Now my wife loves money and it bothers my
She runs to the store and she buys on
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 need clothes, my wife needs a car
It's a y'all ha, I got this far, hey
Landlord and he wants some rent
Now I'm lookin' for the money that my 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' Sam more and I'm gettin' less
The poor stay poor and the stay rich
An' I'm right in the middle, now ain't that a

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

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

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

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