Luyện nghe bài hát Raise Yer Glass

You got a grip on the American
Your hands are but that's not what you see
Your are empty and the landlords here
You spent your money on warm beer
To be someone and the rules
To hold the cards and down your tools
To wash your clean and tuck in your shirt
It's the Dream it shouldn't have to hurt
You got a job and what pays your way
Got a family that's what makes you
The mouths are fed, the roof don't
You pat them on the head and kiss them on the
But you forgot their faces and the you got
time thinking about what you haven't got
Slaving every day but your hearts else
Trying to figure out you lost yourself

You never the dream would be so hard
Thought you'd have the house with the in the yard
The boss give you just what you earned
count the blessings and the pay you earned
But you in at 7 and out at 5
The boss doesn't even know you're alive
You do your work and make way home
But look around you're not so alone

you see you're just a working man
You'll never have more than you in your hand
Yo.u work all your life for else
You only have your family and
The working man, the only one
a legacy of pride in the work he's done
Sweat and for the family that he loves
His pride and his family always be enough
you see that I'm a working man
And we're all just men
your glass to the working man alright