Luyện nghe bài hát P.S. Millionaire

You don't to pay for any more
Of I'm selling door to door!
I demonstrate for free...
But opportunity...
Always in an apology...

From the cue card you read,
Tell me what you think I
While burying the lead
And me the door.

There's people crying
From left in such despair.
And all expect for me to care,
Who to be a millionaire?

Sitting there behind a
(Very Greco-Romanesque)
And I'm bringing out the
the evil ones.
Well I used to fly, the below
But my running low.

the moon and gasp for air.
Miracles don't a prayer!
The weatherman freak for rare
And gives the and lows.

I'm damaged way repair.
It's too much brought to bear.
Who wants to this on a dare?
Who wants to be a
Who wants to be a

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

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

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