Luyện nghe bài hát River of Money

Lyric:

It is neither fair nor reasonable to sadness
to confine to it's causes. Like a river in flood,
when it subsides and the bodies of
animals been deposited in the treetops, there is
another kind of damage that 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 she might
have eloped with the from the neighbouring
property but it wasn't till one afternoon, he
had heard guitar playing from her room and
had rushed upstairs to confront her and had
that it was only the wind in the brushing
against the open strings, that he finally she
wasn't coming back. He had with the deluge alright
but the watermark of her leaving was quite visible.
He had to the compass then, thinking that
might rescue him but after one week in the
Victorian Alps he came back north, realising that which
he had never seen before, was frozen water.
I'll you to Hollywood
I'll take you to
I'll take you the
of Money flows.
I'll take you to
I'll you to Mexico
I'll take you the
of Money flows.
But was it really possible for him to with the
of her absence? The snow had failed him.
Bottles had almost themselves without effect.
The television, a samaritan other tribulations, had
repossessed. She had left her travelling clock
though it incapable of funcitioning in
another so the long vacant days of expensive sunlight
filled with the sound of her minutes, with the measuring of
her hours.