Luyện nghe bài hát Workin' Man's Dollar

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

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

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

I've tipped to a truck-stop waitress
where I was torn
And in the hand of a child I was on a plate
In a on Sunday morn

Well, say I'm the root of all evil
I lust, power and greed
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 don't tell that to the young man
To make it on a wage

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

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

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

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