Luyện nghe bài hát P.S. Millionaire

You don't 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 you think I need
you're burying the lead
And me the door.

There's crying everywhere
From being in such despair.
And they'd all for me to care,
Who to be a millionaire?

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

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

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

up the empire 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 to be a millionaire?