Luyện nghe bài hát Love or Money

The firmament of Town
Is strung tungsten stars
Lot's of watt successes
He says, "Where's my own hour?"

He's the well secret of the underground
in debt to the company store
Because his channeled aspiration
Was getting that girl he had before

He's got and stacks of words that rhyme
Describing it is to lose
He's got some for laughs, he's got some for love
That to his blues

Some to shed a little
On you and on me
to shed a little light
On a human

The wars of and property
The rebel Irish and the promised Jew
Fighting behind his eyes and seas
Wounded in and no ceasefire in view

Brave reporters bring the home
But inside that box
more bang-bang ketchup color to him
Just more Century Fox

All because ghostly girl comes haunting
Just out of outside his bed
She kicks the covers off of his
For the clumsy he said

She his head
She his sanity
She his head
Tonight

Vaguely she and lacelike
Blown in like a on the night wind
nebulous and naked
He wonders where she's

He grabs at the air because nothing there
Her evasiveness him now
With long legs, lonely legs
from banging into things

One day he was standing outside her door
He was carrying an armload of bright
She laughed
She she heard him knocking
And she teased him for the

"Is one the moon, clown
to a string for me?"
He but he could not get it down
For or mystery
He tried but he could not get it
For love or