Luyện nghe bài hát A Touch of Class

(mark bradford)

Poor boy, up west, and the wasn't going my way
Rich girl, dressed, lookin' like she come out to play
I stood back, you swept passed, I decided I'd give it a shot
I stepped in, I moved fast, I thought I'd give it that I'd got

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

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

You got a bun(? ) in your mouth and too much time on hands
I got an accent, you can cut with a
Your dad's a bit of a but mine's a terminal slob
You brass, you're a touch of class

We go dutch, it much
I knew a classy girl like you wouldn't
A bit rough, a bit tough, a bit of low life knocks perfect punch

- solo -

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