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
I walk on Spring
Beneath the a bit of you is all I smell
the shelves a bit of you I ask "they sell?"
When I walk on

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

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

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

sent, straight 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"

sent, straight to Chekov, say you need me
Don't you need me, wait I thought we 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 must
So I and see
Upon the a faded island, press on eyes
A big old of you's, zillions I realize
And one of me

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