Luyện nghe bài hát A Touch of Class

(mark bradford)

Poor boy, up west, and the action going my way
Rich girl, dressed, lookin' like she come out to play
I stood back, you swept passed, I decided that I'd it a shot
I stepped in, I moved fast, I thought I'd give it everything I'd got

We take tea at the ritz, I you down to the docks
You can on me to lower the tone
You call me your bit of rough, I call you my bit of
You ain't brass, you're a touch of

I a pint, you like your bubbles
We have a whip round when you order drink
You're in who's who, I'm in trouble
You're upper class and I'm the missing

You got a bun(? ) in your mouth and too much on your hands
I got an accent, you can cut with a
Your dad's a bit of a snob but mine's a slob
You ain't brass, you're a touch of

We go dutch, it ain't
I knew a girl like you wouldn't mind
A bit rough, a bit tough, a bit of low knocks that perfect punch

- solo -

You got a horse at home, you keep him down on the farm
I buy the sporting life to studying the
I got a feel for the streets, you got country retreat
You ain't brass, a touch of class
You ain't brass, you're a touch of
You brass
Huh, a touch of class