Luyện nghe bài hát A Bit Of You

A bit of you the only I must abuse
A bit of you is the only substance I 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?"
I walk on Spring

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

Of course I had no of this at the time
That came aprs July on the Upper West
Waiting for the
When from the Battery on up to your front
From mother ship the rocket twister whores
blow up it all

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

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

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

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

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