Luyện nghe bài hát He's Got the Money

Rock me, roll me, gently hold me, I'm coming out of the night...
I've sixteen hours on the streets of Darlinghurst stepping in and out of the light.
The departure read differently before I joined the queue;
Now it's as hell in the transit 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 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 stop the shakes, I can't stop the sweats and I can't stop the cramps...

I wait too long
I hope he soon
I can't wait too
got the money, he's got the charm,
I've got the taste and a 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 hanging from the arm;
I'll flicker out alone in an empty room with the hanging out of my arm.
And some day, somewhere, if there's justice, somewhere on earth...
I pray to God the men who this dirt get what they deserve...

I wait too long
I hope he 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 wait too
He's got the money, got the charm,
I've got the and a hole in my arm.