Luyện nghe bài hát A Bit Of You

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

Cause there no style
No ain't no style
Cause there 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 Side
for the fall
When from the Battery on up to front door
From mother ship the rocket twister whores
Would up it all

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

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

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

And so the days creep up to my big show
And not a word from you, the 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 ain't no style...
there ain't no style
No there ain't no
Cause there no style...
And in fact there is just one other
You've Harlem
Guess I won't be several hours
Before nightfall for A train,
just the hiss of the band playing