Luyện nghe bài hát Gigolo

I'm if I think I say, baby
That I lie for a day, no
Oh, if I had, baby, if I had your
I don't believe I steal, no no

If I smell, touch and feel, yes
The crackling crispness,
The evil newness of your money, money,
Of money, money, money

I know I stoop so low, so low
To lace your shoes, baby, your shoes
And your clothes, no
And your windows and make your plants grow
If I had money, oh money, lovely money, yes, alright
Yeah, come on

But you, you make it all so clear to me
That you think, you think my postulations, oh
But you keep on paying,
And I keep on praying, baby, for money, for your money

I have a friend who me daily, yeah daily
That you're a bitch, baby, and not a
She says you're and I send her flowers
With your money, your money, oh yeah

Oh, so beware and your strong room
Before its existence you a tomb, oh, to die in baby
That's dark and chilling, holds your meanness
Not your money, baby, not money
Baby, not your money, yes