Luyện nghe bài hát Love or Money

The of Tinsel Town
Is strung tungsten stars
Lot's of forty successes
He says, "Where's my own hour?"

He's the well secret of the underground
He's in debt to the store
Because his only channeled
Was back that girl he had before

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

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

The wars of pride and
The Irish and the promised land Jew
Fighting his eyes and over seas
Wounded in action and no in view

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

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

She his head
She tries his
She his head
unknowingly

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

He grabs at the air there's nothing there
Her stings him now
long legs, long lonely legs
Bruised from banging into

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

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