Luyện nghe bài hát Workin' Man's Dollar

Well, I'm just a workin' man's
In the pocket of his old jeans
I like my Wall Street brother
He's in a bank so and clean

Well, I'm and I'm wrinkled
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 been tipped to a waitress
where I was torn
And in the hand of a child I was on a plate
In a on Sunday morn

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

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

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

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

'Cause I've seen this great big
Passed from to callused hand
And I've got to say that I'm mighty
That I to the workin' man

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