Luyện nghe bài hát A Touch of Class

(mark bradford)

Poor boy, up west, and the wasn't going my way
girl, best 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 everything I'd got

We take tea at the ritz, I you down to the docks
You can rely on me to the tone
You call me bit of rough, I call you my bit of stuff
You brass, you're a touch of class

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

You got a bun(? ) in your mouth and too time on your hands
I got an accent, you can cut with a
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 much
I knew a classy girl like you mind
A bit rough, a bit tough, a bit of low knocks that perfect punch

- guitar -

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