Luyện nghe bài hát Workin' Man's Dollar

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

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

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

I've been to a truck-stop waitress
Taped where I was
And in the hand of a child I was laid on a
In a church on morn

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

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

Or single workin' mother
She's been scrapin' to make meet
To make a house a home, keep on the table
And shoes on her baby's

Well, I know my are numbered
I'm gettin' threadbare and thin
And they'll me with another
But I'd do it all

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

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