Luyện nghe bài hát River of Money

Lyric:

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