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 flag 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 back and watch the Yankees
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 a rock
You work around the
the American Way
Blue jeans and a collar
the hard dollar
You can't
The only way that you're get paid
what we call the working day

Now there's no what Joe's all about
He's a man who sleeps on a couch
And he ain't to pour his heart out
Well, fireflies and pool-hall bars
There's a broken down car in his overgrown yard
He's a block of Nolensville 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 time off is church on

Hey buddy, you're like a rock
You around the clock
That's the Way
Blue jeans and a blue
Chasing the hard
You complain
The only way that gonna get paid
It's what we call the day

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

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

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