Luyện nghe bài hát Workin' Man's Dollar

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

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

I've been for the farm hand
For drivin' an old Deere
I've been on a bar in a tavern
To buy a man an ice-cold beer

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

Well, say I'm the root of all evil
I lust, power and greed
But workin' man's dollar only buys the things
A workin' man needs

Well, they say I'm worth about
In this inflated age
But don't that to the young man slavin'
To make it on a wage

Or that workin' mother
She's been scrapin' to make meet
To make a house a home, keep food on the
And on her baby's feet

Well, I know my are numbered
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 hand to callused hand
And I've got to say that I'm proud
That I belong to the man

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