Luyện nghe bài hát The Boy With The Arab Strap

A mile and a half on a bus a long time
The odor of old prison food takes a time to pass you by
Day upon day of this wandering gets you
Nobody gives you a or a dollar in this old town

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

did you learn from your time in the solitary
Cell of your mind was noises distractions
From anything good and the old prison
Color my life with the chaos of 'cause anythings better
Than posh isolation I missed the bus you 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 have gone too
Everyone suffers in silence a burden the man who 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 boasts
We all know you are soft we've all seen you dancing
We all know you are hard we all saw you drinking from noon
Until noon again, you're the boy the filthy laugh
You're the boy with the strap

Strapped to the table with suits from the shelter shop celebrity
Takes a back seat as the cigarette catches and sets off the smoke
What do you make of the set in London?
You're constantly updating your hit of your ten biggest wanks
She's a waitress and she's got