Luyện nghe bài hát Love or Money

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

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

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

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

The wars of and property
The rebel and the promised land Jew
Fighting behind his eyes and seas
in action and no ceasefire in view

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

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

She his head
She his sanity
She demands his
unknowingly

Vaguely she and lacelike
in like a curtain on the night wind
She's nebulous and
He where she's been

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 outside her
He was carrying an of bright balloons
She just
She said she heard him
And she him for the moon

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