Luyện nghe bài hát Workin' Man's Dollar

Well, I'm just a man's dollar
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 with the national

been wages for the farm 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 tipped to a truck-stop
Taped I was torn
And in the hand of a I was laid on a plate
In a church on morn

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

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

Or single workin' mother
been scrapin' to make ends meet
To a house 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 another
But I'd do it all

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

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