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

What did you learn from your in the solitary
Cell of your mind was noises distractions
From anything and the old prison food
Color my life with the chaos of 'cause anythings better
Than posh isolation I the bus you were laid on your back
With the boy from the strap, with 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 have gone too
Everyone suffers in silence a the man who drives minicab's
Down in old Compton the man
his love hate affair with his racist clientele

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

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