Luyện nghe bài hát Bristol Hotel

I know a fat girl, she wears a skirt
You give her twenty dollars and you can do
She'll take stamps and a traveler's cheque
her hair and her face, and her life's a wreck

She wears a bright blonde wig, some high heeled
down in the dumps so she's sellin' her rump
She's a hot little momma and she works day
If you wanna pay to play, here's where she
at the

(Bristol Hotel)
515
(The Hotel)
Where at?
(Jamaica, Queens)

I seen her there, slutty as could be
the putty for a itty-bitty fee
Every red light she'll come over to ride
Or she's in the doorway tellin' you to come inside

The Bristol 'cos it ain't no thing
And her meat tastes better than King
Japanese in three-piece suits
Glasses all foggy when they come in the

The girlies in the
all in cahoots
He fell asleep and got
And cold his face at the

(Bristol Hotel)
515
(The Hotel)
Where at?
(Jamaica, Queens)

people check the story, 'cos the story is ill
It's the story of two men, one Harold, one
They went the Bristol on a Saturday night
Harold was cool but felt uptight

The girlies made but Harold played it cool
Never ever rush, that's the rule
I been comin' to the Bristol's ten years of my
A-yo, the hell? Yo, man that's my wife

(Bristol Hotel)
515
(The Hotel)
Where at?
(Jamaica, Queens)

You see, a Bristol girl is a one of a
And if you know her good enough, she won't make you stand on
She'll let you inside, make you pay for the
Take off her pants and then it smells like somebody

You say "What the heck", because you already
Not knowin' that the guy that went you had AIDS
bang boogie, she was so amusin'
Next you're at the clinic gettin' blood transfusions
At the

(Bristol Hotel)
515
(The Hotel)
Where at?
(Jamaica, Queens)

The Bristol
The Hotel
The Bristol
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