Luyện nghe bài hát The Life of a Dollar

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

To the clerk who past me off
To the mom trying to pay the rent
I can't count all the times
And all the I've been spent

I close my eyes and hold my
When the bad man 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 shoebox under a bed
Help post the of a stubborn boy
Who could have walked but he instead

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

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

I'm sure one day
I'll be a thing of the
be sitting folded 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 Coke and a snack
And she'll say "back you could get so much for a dollar"
And say, "what's a dollar?"

But for now I'm sitting in a
Of an eight year old trying to buy a
I'm proud to be a dollar three
On the way to thirty

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

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