Luyện nghe bài hát Jus' Like Brigitte Bardot

Neffertiti out west in a stolen Limousine
Twenty to her name
And a walk you ain't never seen

She into number eight
just a bottle in her hand
An old radio wrapped up in it's
And no particular

I watched her in the
She blew me a little
And said, "Hey baby, what's a boy you
in a place like this?"

Then she said, "Well, I to be the one
To have to give you the
But this ain't nothin'
But a one way to the blues"

she said, "Baby"
She said, "Baby
Baby, can you help me
A soul on this old radio?"

And we can steal us a salvation
If you got no else to go
Oh baby, can you help me
A soul station? I'm feeling low
And if you use your, use your
Baby, I dance jus' like Brigitte

I was sweepin' a floor
'Cross town to eight
If my was ever comin' in
It was dockin' late

Neffertiti was six nights
At a club jut off the
After work meet for breakfast
I'd help her count up all her

She'd stuff money
In my and say
"Baby, go back
Now you tryin' to prove
Boy, in this all alone"

she said, "Well, I hate to be the one
To have to you the news
But this world ain't
But a one way to the blues"

And we can steal us a little
If you got no place to go
Oh baby, can you help me
A soul station? I'm feeling low
And if you use your, use your
Baby, I jus' like Brigitte Bardot

say, "Mamma must be worried
Sick you"
She'd make me home letters every
every month or so

So I'd be there writing at her table
And be dancin' to the
Sweet music playin' on her radio

Mamma wants to you, rock you slow
To the soul music on the radio

And we can us a little salvation
If you got no else to go
Oh baby, can you me find
A soul station? I'm feeling low
And if you use your, use 'magination
Baby, I dance like Brigitte Bardot

Neffertiti came out west in a stolen