Luyện nghe bài hát The Boy With The Arab Strap

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

Hovering from you is a giveaway
Squalor and smokes not your style I like this place we better go
Then I compare notes your older sister I am a lazy gett
She is as pure as the cold snow

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

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

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

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