Luyện nghe bài hát Workin' Man's Dollar

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or that workin' mother
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 are numbered
I'm threadbare and wearin' thin
And they'll replace me with
But I'd do it all

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

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