Luyện nghe bài hát Charlotte Street

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

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

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

So she took me to her basement flat
Which was on Charlotte Street
Though it was my intention
We were not intense, not least

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

Here comes my
I'm on my way, what got me
I need your sympathy
I won't read poetry, oh, bittersweets

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

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