Luyện nghe bài hát The Life of a Dollar

From the of an honest preacher
To the empty hand of a bum
To the drawer at the liquor store
Where he a pint of rum

To the bank clerk who me off
To the mom trying to pay the rent
I even count all the times
And all the ways been spent

I close my eyes and my breath
When the bad man me
And my name
If I had my way I be
Passed off in the plate

been in the hands 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 fiddler
On Street

Some people me George
Some people worship the green
I don't really of course
I just like the

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

She'll be telling her grand
How she to spend me
On a pack of gum, and
A can of Coke and a quarter
And she'll say "back then you get so much 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 proud to be a dollar twenty
On the way to five

She pours us out onto the
Counts us all then holds us
Then she puts us in one by one
Blows a then she says good night

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