Luyện nghe bài hát Poverty

Up morning with the sun
I all day till the evening comes
and corns all in my hands
Lord, mercy on a working man

I I'm gonna die just like Im living
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My pay goes and my tax goes up
I drink my tea a broken cup
my woman and Uncle Sam
I can't out whose fool I am

I guess I'm gonna die just I'm living
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Oh Lord, it's so but it's fair
Everybody talks but nobody really cares,

I can't save a dime, buy me one cent
I pay my bills, I can't pay my
The old fussing and the kids are crying
won't let me join the welfare line

I guess I'm die just like I'm living
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They say theres one
They say going around now
But all I is people, oh Lord
They're to keep you down now, oh

Poverty, that's where I'm stay now
Oh Lord, it thats where Im gonna stay