Luyện nghe bài hát Workin' Man's Dollar

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause I've this great big country
Passed from to callused hand
And I've got to say that I'm proud
That I to the workin' man

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