Luyện nghe bài hát The French Inhaler

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

Where will you go with your scarves and miracles?
Who's know who you are?
and wine and flattering light
You try it again till you get it right
Maybe you'll end up with different every night

All these people with no to go home to
They'd all like to spend the with you maybe I would, too
But tell me how're you going to your way in the world, woman
you weren't cut out for working?
And you just can't concentrate and you always up late

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

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

Your pretty face it looked so
Another face devastated
The inhaler he stamped and mailed her
So long, Norman she said, so long,