Luyện nghe bài hát Easy Money

It's difficult, it's very
I said to the man who'd sleeping rough
To sit a fragrant breeze
All among the nodding
That hang heavy the stuff

He threw his arms my neck
Brushed the tear my cheek
And held my white hand
He was an man
And he did not barely hardly speak

money
Rain it on the wife and the kids
Rain it down on the where we live
until you got nothing left to give
And rain ever loving stuff down on me

All the for which my heart yearns
Gives joy in diminishing
me on mouth
His they headed south
And my cheek, it

Money, man, it is a
The poor, spoil it for the rich
With my pressed in the clover
I wondered when this be over
And at we are all so guilty sad

money
Pour it the open drain
it all through my veins
Pour it down, yeah, let it
And pour that loving stuff down on me

Now, I'm pretty down on the bank
Life shuffles past at a low rate
In the money meadows
And all the shadows
They leap up, then

money
Easy
money
Rain it down on the wife and the
Rain it on the house where we live
Rain it down you got nothing left to give
And rain that ever stuff down on me

Easy
Easy
Easy
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