Luyện nghe bài hát The Boho Dance

Down in the cellar in the zone
I went looking for some sweet inspiration, oh
Just another hard 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 on the scuffle
The press was in my jeans
And any eye for
a little lace along the seams

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

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

A camera the cocktail hour
Behind a blind of palms
And finds a in a Paris dress
runs in her nylons

You those books where luxury
Comes as a guest to a slave
where artists in noble poverty
Go like to the grave

you get sensitive on me
'Cause I you're just too proud
You couldn't step outside the dance now
Even if good allowed

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

Nothing is in me
On either of town
The streets were really mine
Not mine, not mine, these glamor