Luyện nghe bài hát The Boho Dance

Down in the cellar in the Boho
I went looking for some inspiration, oh well
Just another hard time band with Negro

I was a hopeful in like this
When I was cheap
It's an old romance, the dance
Hasn't gone to

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

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

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

A pans the cocktail hour
Behind a of potted palms
And finds a in a Paris dress
With in her nylons

You read those books where
Comes as a guest to take a
Books where in noble poverty
Go like to the grave

you get sensitive on me
'Cause I know just too proud
You step outside the Boho dance now
Even if good allowed

Like a priest with a pornographic
and longing on the sly
Sure it's from your uniform
But you get it out of your eyes

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