Luyện nghe bài hát Stock Exchange

Shaking hands in the of a Mercedes car,
whiskies, colas, business, auto-bars.

The of high heals tears me apart
a Hallmark number one, broken heart.

Attach case changes at my arm
carrying the last top secret charm.

on my nose in the pouring rain
dreaming a hot bath, cutting my veins?

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Is it real this pink punk I wear,
all the to seduce japanese "hommes d'affaire"?

I can smell their after shave,
when they my bum in the lift of the Empire State.

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Madonna is the groove, in my cell-phone
ringing a non-stop metronome.

My psy me to go to a spa,
but my jet is to Vienna, Austria.

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Stock Woman