Luyện nghe bài hát Love or Money

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

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

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

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

The wars of pride and
The Irish and the promised land Jew
Fighting his eyes and over seas
Wounded in action and no ceasefire in

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

All because that ghostly girl haunting
out of reach outside his bed
She kicks the covers off of his
For the clumsy things he

She commands his
She tries his
She his head
unknowingly

Vaguely she floats and
in like a curtain on the night wind
She's and naked
He wonders where been

He at the air because there's nothing there
Her evasiveness him now
With long legs, long legs
Bruised from banging things

One day he was standing outside her door
He was an armload of bright balloons
She just
She she heard him knocking
And she him for the moon

"Is one the moon, dear
Tied to a for me?"
He tried but he not get it down
For truth or
He but he could not get it down
For or money