Luyện nghe bài hát Workin' Man's Dollar

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

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

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

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 morn

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

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 minimum

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

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

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

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