Luyện nghe bài hát P.S. Millionaire

You have to pay for any more
Of what I'm selling to door!
I will for free...
But opportunity...
Always in an apology...

the cue card that you read,
Tell me what you I need
While you're the lead
And me the door.

people crying everywhere
From left in such despair.
And they'd all for me to care,
Who wants to be a

Sitting behind a desk
(Very Greco-Romanesque)
And I'm out the guns
the evil ones.
Well I used to fly, the clouds
But my superpower's low.

the moon and gasp for air.
Miracles have a prayer!
The says freak for rare
And the highs and lows.

I'm way beyond repair.
It's too much pressure to bear.
Who wants to take this on a
Who to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a

Babe, I'm getting in line.
On the nickel, on the dime.
'Cause I just don't have the heart to
(I guess you stole fair and square).

up the empire state.
The were grounded at the gate.
The the limit. Celebrate.
You it to the top

And the stars are
Arafat to Cher.
Everyone won is there.
Who wants to be a
Who to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a