Luyện nghe bài hát He's Got the Money

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

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

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

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

I wait too long
I hope he comes
I can't too long
He's got the money, got the charm,

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