Luyện nghe bài hát Rich Folks Hoax

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

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

So don't tell me about success
Nor recipes 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 rich
The create the rich hoax
And only late fools believe it.

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