Luyện nghe bài hát Rich Folks Hoax

The moon is in the purple sky
The baby's while its mother sighs
Talking 'bout the folks
Rich folks have the same
And they park in places.

The priest is preaching from a grave
He his money, then he paints you saved
Talking to the folks
Young folks share the same
But they in older places.

So don't tell me about your
Nor your for my happiness
in bed
I never digest
Those illusions you to have going.

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

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