Luyện nghe bài hát Charlotte Street

I was for a rhyme for the New York Times
When I I was not alone
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 into my eyes
She said, "D'you to go to heaven
Or you rather not be saved?"

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

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

Well, if you must just take I'm a piece of cake
is what she said to me
And so I gave myself to her
Well, at least how it seemed

comes my train
I'm on my way, what got me
I don't your sympathy
I read your poetry, oh, bittersweets

I was looking for a rhyme for the New Times
I was distracted
Yes, those precious times together
That we

Now I'm working hard for my union
I be leaving Charlotte Street
Though it was my intention
To so long, so long