Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Talkin' (the Workingman's Blues)

Well, I down to my bank
Just to see what I see
I the man behind the desk
I say "Ah, is there any for me?"

Now he didn't just what to say
I say, "I need that in a terrible way"
Now he didn't say, "Yeah" but he say "No"
He shook my hand and showed me the door

Oh, Lord, the blues is me
Oh, Lord, Lord, Lord, these blues is me
Yes, sir

Now my wife loves money and it my mind
She to the store and she buys on time
TV's, radios, and I got all kind a princess phones
A one of these days, y'all-a, I think they all be gone

My baby need clothes, my needs a car
It's a wonder y'all ha, I got far, hey
Landlord knockin' and he wants some
Now I'm lookin' for the money that my wife spent

Oh, Lord, um hm, the blues is me
Oh, Lord, Lord, Lord, blues is killin' me
ya

Tax time nothin' but a mess
Payin' Uncle Sam and I'm gettin' less
The stay poor and the rich stay rich
An' I'm here in the middle, now ain't that a

Barely gettin' by me mean
'Cause the politicians I'm payin', are real clean
Step down Mister and live like I do
I want you to the workin' man blues

Oh, Lord, oh, Lord, these is killin' me
Oh, Lord, Lord, Lord, these blues is me

Payin' these worry me to death
Buyin' new TV's and radios and
needs clothes
Wife need a old car to get in

Oh, it's a bitch bein'
I say, it's a bitch bein'