Luyện nghe bài hát Love or Money

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

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

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

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

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

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

All because that ghostly girl 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 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 there's nothing
Her evasiveness him now
With legs, long lonely legs
Bruised from banging into

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, dear
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