Luyện nghe bài hát Rich Folks Hoax

The moon is in the purple sky
The baby's sleeping its mother sighs
Talking the rich folks
Rich folks have the same
And they in basic places.

The priest is preaching from a shallow
He his money, then he paints you saved
to the young folks
Young folks share the jokes
But they meet in places.

So tell me about your success
Nor your recipes for my
in bed
I could digest
Those illusions you to have going.

The sun is shining, as it's always
Coffin dust is the fate of
Talking 'bout the folks
The poor create the rich
And only late breast-fed believe it.

So don't me about your success
Nor your recipes for my
in bed
I never could
Those illusions you to have going.