Luyện nghe bài hát He's Got the Money

Rock me, roll me, gently hold me, I'm down out of the night...
I've spent sixteen hours on the streets of Darlinghurst in and out of the light.
The departure board differently before I joined the queue;
Now it's cold as hell in the lounge and I'm waiting for a passage through.

I'm an exile in my homeland... my eyes are cold and
When there's not left in the night time sky, its hard to find your way.
I can't recall face in the mirror... my hair is thin and damp...
And I can't stop the shakes, I can't stop the and I can't stop the cramps...

I can't wait too
I hope he soon
I can't wait too
He's got the money, got the charm,
got the taste and a hole in my arm.

I won't go out in a dream in a clean, white hospital bed
And I won't go in a firefight, with a red scarf around my head;
And I won't die a hero's death from the gallow's arm;
I'll flicker out alone in an empty with the needle hanging out of my arm.
And day, somewhere, if there's justice, somewhere on this earth...
I pray to God the men who peddle this dirt get what deserve...

I wait too long
I he comes soon
I wait too long
got the money, he's got the charm,

I can't too long
I he comes soon
I can't too long
got the money, he's got the charm,
I've got the and a hole in my arm.