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 a long time to pass you by
Day upon day of this gets you down
gives you a chance or a dollar in this old town

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

What did you learn your time in the solitary
Cell of your there was noises distractions
From anything good and the old prison
Color my life with the of trouble 'cause anythings 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 something to speak of the way you are
To crowds assembled, do you ever feel you have gone too far?
Everyone suffers in a burden the man who drives minicab's
Down in old Compton the man
With his love hate affair his racist clientele

A central location for you is a must as you stagger making free
With lewd and lascivious boasts
We all know you are '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 the filthy laugh
the boy with the Arab strap

Strapped to the table suits from the shelter shop comic celebrity
Takes a back seat as the cigarette and sets off the smoke alarm
do you make 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