Luyện nghe bài hát The Life of a Dollar

From the pocket of an honest
To the hand of a homeless bum
To the cash drawer at the store
he bought a pint of rum

To the bank who past me off
To the single mom trying to pay the
I can't count all the times
And all the I've been spent

I close my eyes and hold my
When the bad man me
And ruins my
If I had my way I be
Passed off in the offering

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

I've been torn in half over silly bet
Taped back together and they tossed me
In the case of a beggin' fiddler player
On Street

Some call me George
people worship the color green
I don't really mind of
I just like the

'Cause I'm one day
I'll be a thing of the
be sitting folded up
In some old hope chest

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 get so much for a dollar"
And say, "what's a dollar?"

But for now I'm sitting in a
Of an eight year old trying to buy a
I'm proud to be a twenty three
On the way to thirty

She us out onto the carpet
Counts us all holds us tight
Then she puts us in one by one
Blows a kiss then she says good

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