Luyện nghe bài hát Charlotte Street

I was looking for a rhyme for the New Times
When I sensed I was not
She said, "D'you how to spell audaciously?"
I could I was in luck

And so I a smile contrary to my style
And she looked my eyes
She said, "D'you want to go to
Or would you not be saved?"

Here my train
I'm on my way, you not see
I don't need your
I won't read your poetry, oh, sweetness

So she me back to her basement flat
was down on Charlotte Street
Though it was never my
We were not intense, not because

Well, if you must just take then I'm a piece of
That is she said to me
And so I gave myself to her
Well, at least that's how it

Here my train
I'm on my way, got into me
I don't your sympathy
I won't read poetry, oh, bittersweets

I was looking for a for the New York Times
When I was
Yes, those were precious times
we wasted

Now I'm hard for my union card
I must be leaving Street
it was never my intention
To so long, so long