Luyện nghe bài hát Junk Bond Trader

The picks you up like a habit
Writing in the of the TV static
out the trash to the man
Give the people something understand

Mistake a nervous for a fine-line smile
Junk bond trader to sell a sucker a style
Rich man in a poor man's
The permanent of the daily dose

And you tell me, "Fool", you tell it it is
Your wall's gone wider your head trip is
into a small reality
Void as a you take too regularly

The laugh, the broken crutch
The first true love folded at the touch
Brought down an old hotel
People through the rubble for things they can resell

"Happy holidays", said, sick
The leaving I still favor
I won't your medicine
I don't a remedy

To be everything I'm to be
I want nobody else
I can do it by
meant to be together

Now, I'm a policeman traffic
Keeping moving, everything static
I'm the hitch-hiker you recognize
On your way to some

Better sell it you can
Better sell it you can
sell it while you can
Better it while you can