Luyện nghe bài hát Love or Money

The firmament of Tinsel
Is with tungsten stars
Lot's of forty watt
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 stacks and of words that rhyme
Describing what it is to
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
Some to shed a little
On a story

The wars of pride and
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 inside box
Just bang-bang ketchup color to him
Just more Twentieth Fox

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

She his head
She tries his
She demands his
unknowingly

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

He at the air because there's 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 of bright balloons
She just
She she heard him knocking
And she him for the moon

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