Luyện nghe bài hát Queen Bitch - David Bowie

I'm up on the eleventh
Watching the below
My in the basement
My at an all time low
He's on the street
And he's trying hard to sister Flo
As she's hoping to
I can't see her letting him go
out of her heart
out of her mind.

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

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

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