Luyện nghe bài hát Workin' Man's Dollar

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

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

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

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

Well, they say I'm worth fifty-cents
In modern inflated age
But don't tell to the young man slavin'
To make it on a minimum

Or that single mother
been scrapin' to make ends meet
To make a house a home, keep food on the
And shoes on her feet

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

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

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