Luyện nghe bài hát The Boho Dance

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

I was a hopeful in rooms this
When I was cheap
an old romance, the Boho dance
Hasn't gone to

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

And you in the parking lot
Subterranean by own design
The of your style inscribed
On contempt for mine

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

A pans the cocktail hour
a blind of potted palms
And finds a lady in a Paris
With in her nylons

You read books where luxury
Comes as a to take a slave
Books where in noble poverty
Go like to the grave

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

a priest with a pornographic watch
Looking and on the sly
Sure stricken from your uniform
But you can't get it out of your

Nothing is in me
On either side of
The streets were really mine
Not mine, not mine, these gowns