Luyện nghe bài hát Money

I am sick and tired and my money's always
And though their jobs are killing me, their money pays my
The fuel of world hate, it's just a seed
But when it and flowers, it becomes the world's greed!

for the rich, money for the fed
God supplies the money and God supplies the
And when you're and ready, exploited be thy name
'Cause after you money things are never quite the same

I don't for money, and money's not for me
The money fueled this empire and our racist
Although I'm forced to use it, the rules all been set
But life is not worth living when you're soul is in

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