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 my Wall Street brother
He's in a bank so shiny and

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

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

I've been tipped to a waitress
Taped I was torn
And in the of a child I was laid on a plate
In a on Sunday morn

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

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

Or that single workin'
She's been scrapin' to ends meet
To make a a home, keep food on the table
And shoes on her feet

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

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

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