Luyện nghe bài hát Money

I am sick and tired and my money's always
And though their jobs are killing me, their money my rent
The fuel of world hate, although just a seed
But when it grows and flowers, it the world's greed!

Money for the rich, for the fed
God supplies the money and God the dead
And when you're dead and ready, exploited be thy
'Cause after you have money things are never quite the

I care for money, and money's not for me
The money fueled this and our racist history
Although I'm to use it, the rules have all been set
But life is not worth living when you're soul is in

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