Luyện nghe bài hát Rich Folks Hoax

The moon is in the purple sky
The sleeping while its mother sighs
Talking 'bout the rich
Rich folks the same jokes
And park 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 same
But they meet in places.

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

The sun is shining, as it's always
Coffin dust is the fate of
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 recipes for my
in bed
I never digest
Those illusions you to have going.