Luyện nghe bài hát The Boho Dance

Down in the cellar in the zone
I went looking for sweet inspiration, oh well
Just another time band with Negro affectations

I was a in rooms like this
When I was cheap
It's an old romance, the dance
gone to sleep

But even on the
The press was in my jeans
And any eye for
a little lace along the seams

And you were in the lot
by your own design
The virtue of style inscribed
On your contempt for

Jesus was a beggar, He was rich in
And Solomon kept His in all His glory
It's just that some steps outside the dance
a fascination for me

A camera pans the cocktail
Behind a blind of potted
And finds a in a Paris dress
With in her nylons

You read those books luxury
as a guest to take a slave
Books where artists in noble
Go like virgins to the

Don't you get on me
'Cause I know just too proud
You couldn't step outside the Boho now
Even if fortune allowed

a priest with a pornographic watch
Looking and on the sly
Sure it's stricken from uniform
But you get it out of your eyes

is capsulized in me
On either side of
The streets were really mine
Not mine, not mine, glamor gowns