Luyện nghe bài hát Love or Money

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

He's the kept secret of the underground
in debt to the company store
Because his only aspiration
Was getting back girl he had before

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

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

The of pride and property
The rebel Irish and the land Jew
Fighting his eyes and over seas
Wounded in action and no in view

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

All because that girl comes haunting
Just out of outside his bed
She the covers off of his sleep
For the clumsy things he

She his head
She his sanity
She demands his
Tonight

Vaguely she floats and
Blown in like a curtain on the night
nebulous and naked
He wonders she's been

He grabs at the air there's nothing there
Her evasiveness him now
With legs, long lonely legs
Bruised banging into things

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

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