Luyện nghe bài hát Workin' Man's Dollar

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

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

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

been tipped to a truck-stop waitress
Taped where I was
And in the hand of a child I was laid on a
In a church on morn

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

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

Or that single workin'
She's scrapin' to make ends meet
To a house a home, keep food on the table
And shoes on her baby's

Well, I know my are numbered
I'm gettin' and wearin' thin
And they'll replace me 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 that I'm proud
I belong to the workin' man

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