Luyện nghe bài hát I Keep Gettin' Paid the Same

I'm a
On the
Six at a time
a shovel and a spade
I'm digging for the
But I getting paid the same
1)
Been for a man and he likes my style
The more I sweat the he smiles
The more I the deeper I get
He's driving this boy wild

I live no good on what I get paid
I know trouble's just a man's claim to fame
But the prices keep rising day
And I keep paid the same
2)
I get up every 'bout half past six
Drink a pot a' coffee just to load a ton of
about noon, I'm thinkin' that soon
You're work this poor boy sick.

I buy beans on what I get paid
I was cooking biscuits when the collector came
And the prices keep rising
And I keep getting the same
3)
I lay my hammer when the whistle sounds
I bury my shovel in the deep deep
I run to my home to see my comb
When evening sun goes down

I can't live to good on what I get
My roof's got a hole and It's like rain
And the prices keep rising
And I keep paid the same