Luyện nghe bài hát Workingman's Blues #2

There's an evenin' haze settlin' town
by the edge of the creek
The buyin' of the proletariat's gone down
gettin' shallow and weak
Well, the place I love best is a sweet
It's a new path we trod
say low wages are a reality
If we want to abroad

My weapons have been put on the shelf
Come sit down on my
You are to me than myself
As you can see
While I'm listening to the steel hum
Got eyes tight shut
Just sitting here trying to keep the from
Creeping its way my gut

Meet me at the bottom, don't lag
me my boots and shoes
You can hang back or fight your on the frontline
Sing a little bit of workingman's blues

Well, I'm sailin' on back, ready for the haul
Tossed by the and the seas
I'll drag 'em all down to hell and stand 'em at the wall
I'll sell 'em to enemies
I'm tryin' to feed my soul thought
Gonna off the rest of the day
no one wants what we got
Sometimes you can't give it

Now the place is ringed countless foes
of them may be deaf and dumb
No man, no knows
The hour that will come
In the dark I hear the birds call
I can feel a breath
I sleep in the kitchen with my feet in the
is like a temporary death

Meet me at the bottom, lag behind
Bring me my boots and
You can hang back or your best on the frontline
Sing a little bit of these workingman's

Well, they burned my barn, and stole my horse
I can't save a
I got to be careful, I don't want to be
Into a of continual crime
I can see for myself the sun is sinking
How I you were here to see
Tell me now, am I wrong in
you have forgotten me?

Now they worry and they hurry and they and they fret
They your nights and days
I will forget
But you I'll remember
Old memories of you to me clung
You've wounded me with your
Gonna have to straighten out your
all true, everything you've heard

Meet me at the bottom, don't lag
Bring me my boots and
You can hang back or your best on the frontline
Sing a little bit of workingman's blues

In you, my friend, I find no
Wanna look in my eyes, do
No one can ever
I took up arms against you
All across the sacred fields
will lay you low
They'll break your horns and slash you with
I say it so it be so

Now I'm on my luck and I'm black and blue
Gonna give you another
I'm all and I'm expecting you
To me off in a cheerful dance
I got a new suit and a brand new wife
I can on rice and beans
Some never worked a day in their life
Don't know what even means

Well, meet me at the bottom, don't lag
Bring me my boots and
You can hang back or fight your on the frontline
Sing a little bit of these workingman's