Luyện nghe bài hát I Keep Gettin' Paid the Same

I'm a
On the
Six days at a
With a and a spade
I'm digging for the
But I keep paid the same
1)
Been working for a man and he my style
The more I sweat the he smiles
The more I sweat the I get
He's this poor 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 every day
And I keep getting the same
2)
I get up mornin' 'bout half past six
Drink a pot a' just to load a ton of bricks
Long about noon, I'm thinkin' that
You're gonna work this boy sick.

I can't buy beans on I get paid
I was cooking biscuits the bill collector came
And the keep rising everyday
And I keep getting paid the
3)
I lay my hammer when the whistle sounds
I bury my shovel in the deep deep
I run to my to see my honey comb
When that evening sun goes

I live to good on what I get paid
My roof's got a hole and looking like rain
And the prices rising everyday
And I keep getting the same