Luyện nghe bài hát The Life of a Dollar

From the of an honest preacher
To the empty of a homeless bum
To the cash drawer at the liquor
Where he bought a of rum

To the bank clerk who me off
To the single mom to pay the rent
I can't count all the times
And all the ways I've been

I close my eyes and my breath
the bad man steals me
And ruins my
If I had my way I be
off in the offering plate

I've been in the of a rich man
In a shoebox under a bed
Help the bail of a stubborn boy
Who could walked but he fought instead

been torn in half over some silly bet
Taped together and then they tossed me
In the case of a beggin' Cajun fiddler
On Bourbon

Some people call me
Some worship the color green
I don't mind of course
I like the company

I'm sure one day
I'll be a of the past
I'll be folded up
In some old woman's hope

be telling her grand kids
How she used to me
On a of gum, and jackerjacks
A can of and a quarter snack
And she'll say "back then you could get so for a dollar"
And say, "what's a dollar?"

But for now I'm in a piggybank
Of an eight old trying to buy a bike
I'm to be a dollar twenty three
On the way to thirty

She us out onto the carpet
Counts us all then us tight
Then she us back in one by one
Blows a kiss then she good night

And there ain't tellin' I'll end up next
In a bra or a bible it's guess
Maybe in a bottle just floatin' in the
Living the life of a