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

I'm an exile in my homeland... my eyes are and grey;
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 is thin and damp...
And I can't the shakes, I can't stop the sweats and I can't stop the cramps...

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

I go out in a easy dream in a clean, white hospital bed
And I won't go down in a firefight, with a red scarf around my
And I won't die a hero's death from the gallow's arm;
I'll flicker out in an empty room 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 this dirt get what they deserve...

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

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