Luyện nghe bài hát Workin' Cheap

Every since the day, I was big enough to put my pants on by
You could find me somewhere with the radio on
one night I gave my heart to an old beat-up guitar
It never left my arms I was almost grown

I had to try my hand as a workin man tried to be my son
But my mind was and gone and headed south
Momma said, Ill pray for you, she said, Goodbye
To the one out of seven that didn't work out

Now, Im way down hear in Dixie honky tonk music
Keepin some joint a every night of the week
Lord its hard to keep a dance hall woman happy
When youre drinkin a little too much and workin' cheap

Well, I aint done a thing I can brag about to anyone back
another night club singer with a real good band
If a woman dont kill me and momma keeps on prayin'
I might be more than what I am