Luyện nghe bài hát The Very Thing That Makes You Rich (makes Me Poor)

(S. Bailey)
My told me, lying on his bed of death,
"Boy," he says, "woman gonna make it, don't fool yourself
'Cause she's got something to make a man lay money, uh, right in
her

And the very that makes her rich will make you poor
The very thing makes her rich will make you poor"
right!
Well, I put you the wheel of a deuce and a quarter, yes I did
Had you living a rich man's daughter, yes I did, I sure did
While you living high on the hog
You had me down here like a dog
Well, the very thing makes you rich makes me poor
The very that makes you rich makes me poor
Don't you never ever such a bad mistake
You know I'd rather climb bed with a rattlesnake
Then to hard every day bringing that woman all my pay
The very thing that makes you rich me poor,
me so damn poor
The thing makes her rich makes me poor
The very that makes you rich make me poor
Very thing that you rich makes me poor
me so damned poor
Money won't it, no no...