Luyện nghe bài hát Workin' Man's Dollar

Well, I'm just a man's dollar
In the of his old blue jeans
I like my Wall Street brother
He's in a so shiny and clean

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

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

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

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

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

Or that workin' mother
She's been scrapin' to make 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 I've seen this big country
Passed hand to callused hand
And got to say that 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 only buys the things
A man really needs