Luyện nghe bài hát Love or Money

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

He's the well kept secret of the
He's in debt to the company
his only channeled aspiration
Was getting back that girl he had

He's got stacks and stacks of words rhyme
Describing 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 a little light
On a human

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

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

All because that ghostly girl comes
out of reach outside his bed
She kicks the off of his sleep
For the things he said

She commands his
She his sanity
She demands his
Tonight

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

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

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

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