Luyện nghe bài hát The Working Day

Hey Joe, whatcha doin' over
You're sittin' on a porch with a broken stare
You got a blowin' in the air
You worked a 12 day, now it's time to get away
So you go downtown for a T-Bone
And ya sit back and watch the Yankees
Well, his back's got a kink, so he a drink
And he heads off to the sink
And he washed his to the farmer tan
And he in the mirror and said,"Man to Man."

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

Now there's no down what all about
He's a hard-working man who sleeps on a
And he ain't afraid to pour his out
Well, there's and pool-hall bars
a broken down car in his overgrown front yard
He's about a block of Boulevard
He's got bruised up hands and oil on his
been a while since he's had a romance
It's about that the man get's a break
'Cause his only off is church on Sunday

Hey buddy, you're built a rock
You around the clock
the American Way
Blue jeans and a blue
the hard dollar
You can't
The only way you're gonna get paid
It's what we call the day

Hey, hey, hey, hey working day
Hey, hey, hey, hey the American way
Hey, hey, hey, hey working everyday
to five or eight to eight

Hey buddy, you're like a rock
You around the clock
the American Way
Blue and a blue collar
Chasing the hard
You can't
The only way that gonna get paid
It's we call the working day

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