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

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

Now he know just what 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 me the door

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

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

My baby need clothes, my needs a car
It's a wonder ha, I got this far, hey
Landlord and he wants 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 nothin' but a mess
Payin' Uncle Sam more and I'm gettin'
The poor stay and the rich stay rich
An' I'm here in the middle, now ain't that a

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

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

Payin' these taxes worry me to
Buyin' new and radios and stereos
Baby needs
Wife need a old car to get in

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