Luyện nghe bài hát The Life of a Dollar

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

To the bank who past me off
To the single mom trying to pay the
I even count all the times
And all the ways I've spent

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

been in the hands of a rich man
In a under a farmer's bed
post the bail of a stubborn boy
Who could have but he fought instead

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

people call me George
Some people worship the green
I really mind of course
I just like the

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

She'll be telling her grand
How she used to me
On a pack of gum, and
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 year old trying to buy a bike
I'm to be a dollar twenty three
On the way to five

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

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