Luyện nghe bài hát Love or Money

The firmament of Town
Is strung with stars
Lot's of forty watt
He says, "Where's my own hour?"

He's the well kept of the underground
He's in debt to the company
Because his only aspiration
Was getting back that he had before

He's got stacks and stacks of that rhyme
Describing it is to lose
got some just for laughs, he's got some for love
That to his blues

to shed a little light
On you and on me
Some to a little light
On a human

The wars of and property
The rebel Irish and the land Jew
Fighting behind his and over seas
Wounded in action and no in view

reporters bring the battles home
But tonight inside box
Just bang-bang ketchup color to him
more Twentieth Century Fox

All because that ghostly girl comes
out of reach outside his bed
She kicks the covers off of his
For the clumsy he said

She commands his
She his sanity
She demands his
unknowingly

Vaguely she floats and
Blown in like a curtain on the night
She's and naked
He wonders where been

He at the air because there's nothing there
Her evasiveness him now
With long legs, lonely legs
Bruised from banging things

One day he was standing outside her door
He was an armload of bright balloons
She laughed
She said she heard him
And she teased him for the

"Is one the moon, dear
to a string for me?"
He but he could not get it down
For truth or
He but he could not get it down
For love or