Luyện nghe bài hát The Boy With The Arab Strap

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

Hovering from you is a giveaway
Squalor and smokes not style I don't like this place we better go
Then I compare notes with older sister I am a lazy 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 anything good and the old food
Color my with the chaos of trouble 'cause anythings better
Than posh isolation I missed the bus you were laid on back
With the boy from the Arab strap, with the boy from the strap

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

A central for you is a must as you stagger about making free
With lewd and lascivious boasts
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, the boy with the filthy laugh
You're the boy with the strap

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 of the cool set in London?
You're constantly your hit parade of your ten biggest wanks
a waitress and she's got style