Luyện nghe bài hát Workin' Cheap

Every since the day, I was big enough to put my on by myself
You could find me with the radio turned 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 man tried to be my daddys son
But my was packed and gone and headed south
said, Ill pray for you, then she said, Goodbye
To the one out of seven that didn't work out

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

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