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 bought a of rum

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

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 offering

been in the hands of a rich man
In a shoebox under a bed
Help post the bail of a boy
Who have walked but he fought instead

I've been torn in half over some bet
Taped back and then they tossed me
In the case of a beggin' Cajun player
On Bourbon

Some people call me
Some worship the color green
I really mind of course
I like the company

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

She'll be telling her grand
How she used to me
On a of gum, and jackerjacks
A can of and a quarter snack
And say "back then 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 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 then us tight
Then she puts us in one by one
Blows a kiss she says good night

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