Luyện nghe bài hát Queen Bitch - David Bowie

I'm up on the eleventh
Watching the below
My in the basement
My weekend's at an all low
He's on the street
And he's hard to pull sister Flo
As she's to score
I just can't see her him go
Walk out of her
out of her mind.

She's so swishy in her and tat
In her coat and bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh God, I could do than that.

She's an old time
Of sweet talking, night games
And she's in the darkest clubs
For pushing of the dames
If she she can do it
She can do it, she don't false claims
For she's a Queen, and are queens
That your laughter is in their brains
Now she's him on
And she'll lay him right
Bet it have been me
Yes it could been me
Why I say, Why didn't I say.

So I lay down a
And I gaze at my wall
Oh the cot is so
It don't like no bed at all
Oh I lay down a
And I gaze at my wall
But he's down on the
So I both his bags down the hall
And I'm a cab
'Cause my stomach feels
There's a in my mouth
And it's no at all
it could have been me
Yes it could have me
Why I say, Why didn't I say