Luyện nghe bài hát Charlotte Street

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

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

Here comes my
I'm on my way, you not see
I need your sympathy
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 least

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

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

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

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