Luyện nghe bài hát A Bit Of You

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

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

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

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

Affections sent, to Chekov, say you need me
you need me, wait I thought 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
Upon the streets a faded island, on eyes
A big old pool of you's, I realize
And one of me

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