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

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

Now he didn't know just 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 is killin' me
Oh, Lord, Lord, Lord, these blues is me
Yes, sir

Now my wife money and it bothers my mind
She to the store 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 ha, I got this far, hey
Landlord knockin' and he wants some
Now I'm lookin' for the money that my just spent

Oh, Lord, um hm, the blues is me
Oh, Lord, Lord, Lord, blues is killin' me
ya

Tax ain't nothin' but a mess
Payin' Uncle Sam 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 politicians I'm payin', are real clean
down Mister Politician and live like I do
I want you to the workin' man blues

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

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

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