Luyện nghe bài hát Rich Folks Hoax

The moon is hanging in the sky
The baby's while its mother sighs
Talking the rich folks
folks have the same jokes
And they park in places.

The priest is from a shallow grave
He counts his money, then he you saved
Talking to the young
Young share the same jokes
But they meet in places.

So don't tell me your success
Nor your for my happiness
in bed
I never could
Those you claim to have going.

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

So don't me about your success
Nor recipes for my happiness
in bed
I could digest
Those illusions you to have going.