Luyện nghe bài hát Skinflynt

There are times a loving parent
Can spoil their child earthly things
A heartfelt gift of a mom's
Placed at the of her little king

But the king, in a
Demands more for his sanctum
And he, by his
Makes his request with little
A man is the sum of what's he's
Not that which he has

And his friends will grow from
And from the seeds that he's
But his will fall away
If he's got self
And alone he'll rule a
With no

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In a scheme of obtaining more
And and more he's lost one thing
You must give to take a little
Or a stench of greed is all bring

And the is an odor
That can't be cleansed from a promoter
And married, a of self-indulgent infatuation