Luyện nghe bài hát The Boho Dance

Down in the cellar in the zone
I went looking for some sweet inspiration, oh
Just another time band with Negro affectations

I was a hopeful in rooms like
When I was cheap
It's an old romance, the Boho
gone to sleep

But even on the
The press was in my jeans
And any eye for
Caught a little lace along the

And you in the parking lot
Subterranean by your own
The virtue of style inscribed
On your for mine

Jesus was a beggar, He was in grace
And Solomon kept His head in all His
It's just that some steps outside the dance
Have a for me

A camera pans the cocktail
Behind a blind of potted
And a lady in a Paris dress
With runs in her

You those books where luxury
Comes as a guest to take a
Books artists in noble poverty
Go virgins to the grave

Don't you get on me
'Cause I you're just too proud
You couldn't step the Boho dance now
Even if fortune allowed

a priest with a pornographic watch
Looking and on the sly
Sure it's stricken from uniform
But you can't get it out of your

Nothing is in me
On either of town
The streets were never mine
Not mine, not mine, these gowns