Luyện nghe bài hát The Working Day

Hey Joe, doin' over there?
You're sittin' on a porch with a broken stare
You got a blowin' in the air
You worked a 12 hour day, now it's to get away
So you go downtown for a steak
And ya sit and watch the Yankees play
Well, his got a kink, so he orders a drink
And he heads off to the bathroom
And he washed his to the farmer tan
And he looked in the and said,"Man to Man."

Hey buddy, you're built like a
You work the clock
the American Way
Blue jeans and a blue
the hard dollar
You complain
The only way that you're gonna get
It's what we call the day

Now there's no what Joe's all about
He's a man who sleeps on a couch
And he afraid to pour his heart out
Well, there's fireflies and bars
There's a broken car in his overgrown front yard
He's about a block of Nolensville
He's got bruised up and oil on his pants
been a while since he's had a romance
It's about time the man get's a break
his only time off is church on Sunday

Hey buddy, you're built like a
You work around the
That's the Way
Blue jeans and a collar
Chasing the hard
You complain
The only way that you're gonna get
what we call the working day

Hey, hey, hey, hey working day
Hey, hey, hey, hey that's the way
Hey, hey, hey, hey hard everyday
Nine to five or to eight

Hey buddy, you're built a rock
You around the clock
the American Way
Blue and a blue collar
Chasing the dollar
You complain
The only way you're gonna get paid
It's we call the working day

Yeah, the only way you're gonna get paid
It's we call the working day
The day