Luyện nghe bài hát Man Called Marco

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

Instead of trying to use brains
You sit 'round and my veins
Your kind of rat in drains
gonna get around

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

You that I'm made of reddies
That makes me choke on my
I may smile and act so
But this boy is not your

Marriages are made in
So what the hell to mine?