Luyện nghe bài hát Workin' Man's Dollar

Well, I'm just a workin' dollar
In the pocket of his old blue
I ain't 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 Uncle Sam
Needs a with the national debt

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

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

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

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

Or that single workin'
She's been scrapin' to 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' and wearin' thin
And they'll replace me with
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 bring lust, power and
But this workin' man's dollar only buys the
A workin' man really