Luyện nghe bài hát Workin' Man's Dollar

Well, I'm just a workin' dollar
In the pocket of his old blue
I ain't like my Wall brother
He's in a bank so shiny and

Well, I'm faded and I'm
Tattered and stained sweat
But I'm the first one called when Sam
Needs a with the national debt

I've wages for the farm hand
For drivin' an old John
been laid on a bar in a tavern
To buy a workin' man an ice-cold

I've tipped to a truck-stop waitress
Taped I was torn
And in the hand of a child I was on a plate
In a church on Sunday

Well, say I'm the root of all evil
I bring lust, and greed
But this workin' man's dollar only buys the
A workin' man really

Well, they say I'm worth about
In modern inflated age
But tell that to the young man slavin'
To make it on a minimum

Or that single mother
She's scrapin' to make ends meet
To make a house a home, keep food on the
And shoes on her baby's

Well, I know my days are
I'm gettin' and wearin' thin
And they'll replace me with
But I'd do it all

'Cause I've this great big country
Passed from hand to callused
And I've got to say I'm mighty proud
I belong to the workin' man

Well, they say I'm the of all evil
I bring lust, and greed
But this workin' man's dollar only buys the
A workin' man really