Luyện nghe bài hát Rich Folks Hoax

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

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

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

The sun is shining, as it's done
Coffin dust is the fate of
'bout the rich folks
The create the rich hoax
And only breast-fed fools believe it.

So tell me about your success
Nor your for my happiness
in bed
I never could
Those you claim to have going.