Luyện nghe bài hát Charlotte Street

I was looking for a 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 forced a contrary to my style
And she into my eyes
She said, "D'you want to go to
Or would you not be saved?"

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

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

Well, if you must just take then I'm a 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, 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, were precious times together
we wasted

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