Luyện nghe bài hát River of Money

Lyric:

It is fair nor reasonable to expect sadness
to confine itself to it's causes. a river in flood,
when it subsides and the bodies of
animals have deposited in the treetops, there is
another of damage that takes place beyond the torrent.
At first, it seemed as though she had left
the to go into the garden and had been delayed by stray
chickens in the corn. Then he had thought she
have with the rodeo-boy from the neighbouring
property but it wasn't till one afternoon, he
had heard guitar playing coming from her and
had rushed upstairs to confront her and had
that it was the wind in the curtains brushing
against the strings, that he finally knew she
wasn't coming back. He had with the deluge alright
but the of her leaving was still quite visible.
He had resorted to the compass then, that
geography might rescue him but after one in the
Victorian Alps he came north, realising that snow which
he had never seen before, was frozen water.
I'll you to Hollywood
take you to Mexico
I'll take you the
River of flows.
I'll you to Hollywood
I'll take you to
I'll you anywhere the
River of flows.
But was it really for him to cope with the
magnitude of her The snow had failed him.
Bottles had almost emptied without effect.
The television, a samaritan other tribulations, had
been repossessed. She had left her clock
though thinking it incapable of in
another time-zone; so the vacant days of expensive sunlight
were filled with the sound of her minutes, the measuring of
her hours.