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

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

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

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

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

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

She'll be telling her kids
How she to spend me
On a pack of gum, and
A can of Coke and a quarter
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 proud to be a twenty three
On the way to five

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

And there tellin' 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