Luyện nghe bài hát A Bit Of You

A bit of you the only drug I abuse
A bit of you is the only substance I cannot
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 walk on

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

Of course I had no knowledge of this at the
That aprs July on the Upper West Side
for the fall
When from the Battery on up to your front
From ship the rocket launching twister whores
blow up it all

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

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

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