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

Well, I walked down to my
Just to see what I see
I asked the man behind the
I say "Ah, is any money for me?"

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

Oh, Lord, the blues is me
Oh, Lord, Lord, Lord, these is killin' 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 these days, y'all-a, I think all gonna be gone

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

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

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

these taxes worry me to death
Buyin' new TV's and radios and
needs clothes
Wife a old car to get around in

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