Luyện nghe bài hát Workin' Man's Dollar

Well, I'm just a workin' dollar
In the of his old blue jeans
I like my Wall 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
a hand with the national debt

I've been wages for the hand
For drivin' an old John
I've been laid on a bar in a
To buy a workin' man an beer

I've tipped to a truck-stop waitress
Taped I was torn
And in the hand of a child I was on a plate
In a church on Sunday

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

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

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

Well, I know my days are
I'm gettin' threadbare and thin
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 got to say that I'm mighty proud
That I belong to the 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