Luyện nghe bài hát P.S. Millionaire

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

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

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

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

Shoot the and gasp for air.
Miracles don't a prayer!
The says freak for rare
And the highs and lows.

I'm way beyond repair.
It's too pressure brought to bear.
Who wants to take this on a
Who to be a millionaire?
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 planes were at the gate.
The the limit. Celebrate.
You it to the top

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