Luyện nghe bài hát My Washington Woman

The wages of an
Working man paid enough
From time to time, a nickel on a
him from giving up

The blue collared man in
Never lives on collared street
But there was food on the
For my Washington and me

The work slowed and then one day
The laid me off
night in a tavern down to my last dime
I met a girl Arkansas

Her daddy was a banker in Rock
She had a on white collared street
The next morning my Washington
up without me

From city to city, and to state
I heavier with shame
My woman had six months left
Before our would bring her pain

My Arkansas hurt me
As we crossed the line
But the arms of
Were the arms kept hugging mine, mine

For years I have in expensive wines
Tasted every day
I up all the things I loved
For all these I hate

Locked up all of her
The day I set free
And the of my Washington woman
beating for me

My Washington woman me
A letter every in a while
Inside a folded wordless
Is a of my child

All at once, the room cold
With a feeling of
And there's a silence
My woman and me