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 on the streets of Darlinghurst stepping in and out of the light.
The departure board read differently I joined the queue;
Now it's cold as hell in the transit and I'm waiting for a passage through.

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

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

I won't go out in a easy in a clean, white 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 death hanging from the gallow's
I'll flicker out alone in an empty room with the hanging out of my arm.
And some day, somewhere, if there's justice, on this earth...
I pray to God the men who peddle this get what they deserve...

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