Luyện nghe bài hát The French Inhaler

How're you going to your way in the world
When you weren't cut out for
When your fingers are slender and
you going to get around in this sleazy bedroom town
If you don't put up for sale?

Where will you go with your and your miracles?
Who's gonna know who you
Drugs and and flattering light
You must try it again you get it right
Maybe you'll end up with someone every night

All these with no home to go home to
all like to spend the night with you maybe I would, too
But me how're you going to make your way in the world, woman
When you weren't cut out for
And you just can't and you always show up late

You said you were an
Yes, I believe you are I thought you'd be a
So I up all the money, yes I drank up all the money
With these phonies in Hollywood bar
These friends of mine in this bar

Loneliness and
We came down with an acute case
When the lights came up at two I a glimpse of you
And your face like something
Death brought him in his suitcase

Your pretty face it so wasted
pretty face devastated
The French he stamped and mailed her
So long, Norman she said, so long,