Luyện nghe bài hát A Bit Of You

A bit of you the only drug I must
A bit of you is the substance I cannot refuse
When I on Spring
the stink a bit of you is all I smell
Upon the a bit of you I ask "they sell?"
I walk on Spring

Cause there no style
No there ain't no
there ain't no style
And in fact is just one other problem
You live up in

Of course I had no of this at the time
That came aprs July on the West Side
Waiting for the
When from the Battery on up to front door
From mother ship the launching twister whores
blow up it all

Cause there no style
No ain't no style
Cause ain't no style...
And in there is just one other problem
I would have spared

sent, straight to Chekov, say you need me
Don't you need me, wait I we were on Broadway
No, my daddy said so: "still of Moscow"

Affections sent, straight to Chekov, say you me
Don't you me, wait I thought we were on Broadway
No, my said so: "still outside of Moscow"

And so the days creep up to my big show
And not a word you, the hours I must blow
So I and see
Upon the a faded island, press on eyes
A big old pool of you's, zillions I
And one of me

Cause ain't no style...
there ain't no style
No there ain't no
there ain't no style...
And in fact there is just one other
You've infected
I won't be waiting several hours
Before nightfall for A train,
the hiss of the dumes band playing