Luyện nghe bài hát He's Got the Money

Rock me, me, gently hold me, I'm coming down out of the night...
spent sixteen hours 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 are cold and grey;
When there's not left in the night 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 can't wait too
I hope he comes
I wait too long
He's got the money, got the charm,
I've got the 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 hanging from the arm;
I'll flicker out alone in an empty with the needle hanging out of my arm.
And some day, somewhere, if there's justice, somewhere on 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 wait too
got the money, he's got the charm,

I can't wait too
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.