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 takes a long 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 I don't like this place we better go
Then I compare notes with your sister I am a lazy gett
She is as as the cold driven snow

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

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

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

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