Luyện nghe bài hát Charlotte Street

I was looking for a rhyme for the New Times
I sensed I was not alone
She said, "D'you know how to 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 don't need your
I won't read your poetry, oh, sweetness

So she took me to her basement flat
Which was on Charlotte Street
it was never my intention
We were not intense, not least

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

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

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

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