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 know how to audaciously?"
I could I was in luck

And so I forced a 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 need sympathy
I won't your poetry, oh, sweetness please

So she me back to her basement flat
Which was down on Street
it was never my intention
We not intense, not least because

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

comes my train
I'm on my way, what got me
I don't 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 times
we wasted

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