Luyện nghe bài hát The Boy With The Arab Strap

A mile and a on a bus takes a long time
The odor of old food 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

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

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

It's something to of the way you are feeling
To crowds there assembled, do you ever feel you gone too far?
suffers in silence a burden the man who drives minicab's
Down in old the Asian man
With his love affair with his racist 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 'cause we all saw you drinking noon
Until again, you're the boy with the filthy laugh
You're the boy with the strap

Strapped to the with suits from 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
You're constantly updating your hit parade of your ten wanks
a waitress and she's got style