Luyện nghe bài hát Gold

So we made it to this end of the road
And we picked up lots of chicks and of gold
How I made it out with my

Ashtrays and cigarretes, days, indigenous people
These are adventures of young millionaires
I am the of the meek and underprivileged
The smell of success, I want to get a whiff of this
On the move like black through the wilderness
I write it, and get invited to white Christmases
When I was born, three wise men came to us
One a hustler, one a king, one a
They cracked the then started giving gifts
You from Chicago, we want you to this
Show the walking dead who the and living is
Separate the fake from who the real is
Hot tub time machine, to the Sybaris
Hats liquor stores to avoid syphilis
Frivolous spending, drunk with storybook endings
I guess it's my to women
I was in France, in to see blending
Writing my own scripts I'm Tennessee Williams
Now new beginnings like a born again Christian
On the mic, victorious, story is

I'm at the top, I'm not alone
I'm standing here my soul

Feed our souls with two and five loaves
a man to cook it for survival
My dad said it on my arrival
Now a storm of the brain make these guys slow
I was 5-0, but my creed's Apollo
On the rock and roll the coldest live show
For those I came, I made the song cry for 'em
gymnast, you set the bar low
This is the Kilimandjaro, Twitter you can follow
It may be hard to read like
Written on the walls of Cairo, my youth revival
Truth inside flow, I stand Em did with Dido
parties, any live yo
Is libel to get banged like that rival tribal slang
From the pride reign, kill the game and watch it die slow
Ali MC, I for more than the title
Your

So we made it to this same end of the
And we picked up of chicks and pots of gold
How I it out with my soul