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

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

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

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

Now my wife loves money and it bothers my
She to the store and she buys on time
TV's, radios, stereos and I got all kind a phones
A one of these days, y'all-a, I 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 lookin' for the money that my wife spent

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

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

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

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

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