Luyện nghe bài hát Workin' Man's Dollar

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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