Luyện nghe bài hát P.S. Millionaire

You don't to pay for any more
Of what I'm door to door!
I will for free...
But opportunity...
ends in an apology...

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

There's crying everywhere
From being left in 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 to fly, the clouds below
But my running low.

Shoot the moon and for air.
Miracles have a prayer!
The weatherman freak for rare
And gives the and lows.

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

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

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

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