Luyện nghe bài hát River of Money

Lyric:

It is neither fair nor to expect sadness
to confine itself to it's causes. a river in flood,
when it and the drowned bodies of
animals been deposited in the treetops, there is
another kind of damage takes place beyond the torrent.
At first, it seemed as though she had only
the to go into the garden and had been delayed by stray
in the corn. Then he had thought she might
have with the rodeo-boy from the neighbouring
but it wasn't till one afternoon, when he
had heard guitar coming from her room and
had upstairs to confront her and had seen
that it was only the wind in the brushing
against the open strings, that he finally she
wasn't coming back. He had dealt with the deluge
but the of her leaving was still quite visible.
He had resorted to the compass then, thinking
might rescue him but after one week in the
Victorian Alps he came north, realising that snow which
he had seen before, was only frozen water.
I'll take you to
take you to Mexico
I'll you anywhere the
of Money flows.
I'll you to Hollywood
take you to Mexico
I'll you anywhere the
of Money flows.
But was it really possible for him to cope the
of her absence? The snow had failed him.
Bottles had almost emptied themselves effect.
The television, a samaritan during tribulations, had
been repossessed. She had her travelling clock
thinking it incapable of funcitioning in
another time-zone; so the long vacant days of sunlight
were filled with the sound of her minutes, the measuring of
her hours.