Luyện nghe bài hát The Boy With The Arab Strap

A mile and a half on a bus takes a long
The odor of old prison food takes a time to pass you by
Day upon day of this wandering gets you
Nobody gives you a chance or a dollar in old town

Hovering from you is a giveaway
Squalor and smokes not style I don't like this place we better go
Then I compare notes with older sister I am a lazy gett
She is as pure as the driven snow

did you learn from your time in the solitary
Cell of your mind was noises distractions
From good and the old prison food
Color my life with the chaos of trouble 'cause better
Than posh isolation I missed the bus you were laid on back
With the boy from the strap, with the boy from the Arab strap

It's to speak of the way you are feeling
To there assembled, do you ever feel you have gone too far?
Everyone in silence a burden the man who drives minicab's
Down in old Compton the man
With his love affair with his racist clientele

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

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