Luyện nghe bài hát A Touch of Class

(mark bradford)

Poor boy, up west, and the action wasn't my way
Rich girl, best dressed, lookin' like she out to play
I stood back, you swept passed, I that I'd give 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 take you to the docks
You can rely on me to the tone
You me your bit of rough, I call you my bit of stuff
You brass, you're a touch of class

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

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

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

- solo -

You got a race horse at home, you him down on the farm
I buy the sporting life to the odds
I got a feel for the streets, you got country retreat
You brass, you're a touch of class
You brass, you're a touch of class
You brass
Huh, a touch of class