Luyện nghe bài hát Love or Money

The firmament of Tinsel
Is strung with tungsten
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 store
Because his only channeled
Was getting that girl he had before

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

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

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

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

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

She his head
She his sanity
She demands his
unknowingly

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

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

One day he was just outside her door
He was carrying an armload of balloons
She just
She she heard him knocking
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 or mystery
He but he could not get it down
For love or