Luyện nghe bài hát The Boho Dance

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like a priest a pornographic watch
Looking and on the sly
Sure stricken from your uniform
But you get it out of your eyes

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