Luyện nghe bài hát Workin' Man's Dollar

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

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

I've 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

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

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

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

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

Well, I my days 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 from hand to callused
And I've got to say that I'm mighty
That I to the workin' man

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