Luyện nghe bài hát Love or Money

The of Tinsel Town
Is strung tungsten stars
of forty 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 girl he had

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

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

The wars of and property
The rebel Irish and the promised Jew
Fighting behind his and over seas
Wounded in and no ceasefire in view

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

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

She commands his
She tries his
She demands his
unknowingly

Vaguely she floats and
Blown in like a curtain on the night
She's 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
Bruised from into things

One day he was standing just outside her
He was carrying an armload of balloons
She laughed
She said she him knocking
And she him for the moon

"Is one the moon, clown
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 love or