Luyện nghe bài hát Mozart's Money

Where the did it go?
They say he spent it all on and women
But even
I know a guy who wrote a song for Garth
And now he's got it for life
But Mozart never made a lot of money,
And that's I tell my wife.
I'd like to know happened to Poe's
Investment
he walled it up in that crypt
With his good Fortunato
I a guy who knows Stephen King
Who'll be a sheik in the
But Mr. Poe never much dough
And what I tell my wife
I accost her tales of Stephen Foster
And the visionary William
I say "Honey, you can't count the
That a doesn't make."
But Wallace Stevens was from Hartford,
a big man
Carlos Williams was a pediatrician
And Eliot in a bank.
Time will tell if they poets as well
Or if they're big books on the shelf
But most of my heroes made a lot of money
And that's what I keep myself
What ever happened to money--and what about van Gogh?
I tell you there's more than blood red in the books of Edgar Allen
Poe
Imagination in large denominations is something you can earn
But the poor damned souls who made money, still got money to burn
Yeah, the poor souls who made Mozarts money,
they still got to burn
Copyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld / Hydrogen Jukebox