Luyện nghe bài hát The Life of a Dollar

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She'll be her grand kids
How she to spend 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 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 us out onto the carpet
Counts us all then holds us
Then she puts us in one by one
Blows a kiss she says good night

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