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

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

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