Luyện nghe bài hát Man Called Marco

You that I'm made of money
You've got coming, honey
This ain't no land of and honey
My accountant thinks funny

Instead of to use your brains
You sit 'round and my veins
Your kind of rat belongs in
You're gonna get

You all those big fancy cars
Trendy and their wine bars
But your lying leave its scars
Get around, get on your

You think I'm made of reddies
That makes me choke on my
I may and act so sunny
But boy is not your dummy

are made in Heaven
So what the happened to mine?