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 company
his only channeled aspiration
Was getting back that he had before

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

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

The wars of and property
The rebel Irish and the land Jew
Fighting behind his eyes and over
Wounded in action and no ceasefire in

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

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

She his head
She tries his
She his head
Tonight

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

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

One day he was standing just outside her
He was carrying an of bright balloons
She laughed
She she heard him knocking
And she teased him for the

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