Luyện nghe bài hát The Boy With The Arab Strap

A and a half on a bus takes a long time
The odor of old prison food takes a long time to you by
Day upon day of this gets you down
gives you a chance or a dollar in this old town

Hovering silence you is a giveaway
Squalor and smokes not your style I don't like place we better go
Then I compare notes with your older sister I am a gett
She is as as the cold driven snow

What did you learn your time in the solitary
Cell of your there was noises distractions
From good and the old prison food
Color my life with the chaos of trouble anythings better
Than posh I missed the bus you were laid on your back
With the boy from the strap, with the boy from the Arab strap

something to speak of the way you are feeling
To crowds there assembled, do you ever feel you gone too far?
Everyone suffers in a burden the man who drives minicab's
in old Compton the Asian man
With his love hate affair with his clientele

A central for you is a must as you stagger about making free
With your lewd and lascivious
We all know you are 'cause we've all seen you dancing
We all know you are hard 'cause we all saw you from noon
Until noon again, you're the boy with the laugh
You're the boy with the Arab

Strapped to the table with suits the shelter shop comic celebrity
a back seat as the cigarette catches and sets off the smoke alarm
What do you make of the cool set in
constantly updating your hit parade of your ten biggest wanks
She's a and she's got style