Luyện nghe bài hát Love or Money

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

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

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

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

The of pride and property
The Irish and the promised land Jew
Fighting behind his eyes and over
Wounded in and no ceasefire in view

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

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

She his head
She his sanity
She demands his
Tonight

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

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

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

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