Luyện nghe bài hát The Boho Dance

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

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

But on the scuffle
The cleaner's was in my jeans
And any eye for
Caught a little lace the seams

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

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

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

You read books where luxury
Comes as a to take a slave
Books where artists in poverty
Go virgins to the grave

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

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

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