Luyện nghe bài hát Love or Money

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

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

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

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

The wars of pride and
The rebel Irish and the promised Jew
behind his eyes and over seas
Wounded in action and no ceasefire in

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

All because that ghostly girl comes
Just out of outside his bed
She kicks the off of his sleep
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 nebulous and
He wonders where she's

He grabs at the air because nothing there
Her evasiveness him now
With long legs, long lonely
Bruised from banging into

One day he was standing just her door
He was carrying an armload of bright
She just
She said she him knocking
And she him for the moon

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