Luyện nghe bài hát A Bit Of You

A bit of you the only I must abuse
A bit of you is the substance I cannot refuse
When I walk on
the stink a bit of you is all I smell
Upon the a bit of you I ask "they sell?"
When I on Spring

Cause ain't no style
No ain't no style
Cause there no style
And in fact is just one other problem
You live up in

Of course I had no knowledge of at the time
came aprs July on the Upper West Side
Waiting for the
When from the on up to your front door
From mother ship the launching twister whores
blow up it all

Cause ain't no style
No there ain't no
Cause there no style...
And in fact there is one other problem
I have spared Harlem

Affections sent, straight to Chekov, say you me
Don't you need me, wait I we were on Broadway
No, my daddy said so: "still of Moscow"

Affections sent, to Chekov, say you need me
Don't you need me, I thought we were on Broadway
No, my daddy said so: "still of Moscow"

And so the days up to my big final show
And not a word from you, the hours I blow
So I and see
the streets a faded island, press on eyes
A big old pool of you's, zillions I
And one of me

Cause ain't no style...
there ain't no style
No ain't no style
Cause there no style...
And in fact is just one other problem
infected Harlem
Guess I won't be waiting several
Before for that A train,
the hiss of the dumes band playing