Luyện nghe bài hát The Life of a Dollar

From the pocket of an preacher
To the empty hand of a bum
To the cash at the liquor store
he bought a pint of rum

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

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

I've been in the of a rich man
In a under a farmer's bed
Help post the of a stubborn boy
Who could have walked but he fought

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

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

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

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

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

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

And there ain't where I'll end up next
In a bra or a bible it's anybody's
in a bottle just floatin' in the water
Living the of a dollar