Luyện nghe bài hát The Boho Dance

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

I was a in rooms like this
When I was working
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 lace the seams

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

was a beggar, He was rich in grace
And kept His head in all His glory
It's just some steps outside the Boho dance
Have a for me

A camera pans the hour
Behind a blind of palms
And a lady in a Paris dress
runs in her nylons

You read those books where
as a guest to take a slave
Books where artists in poverty
Go virgins to the grave

you get sensitive on me
'Cause I know you're too proud
You couldn't outside the Boho dance now
Even if good fortune

Like a priest with a pornographic
and longing on the sly
Sure it's from your uniform
But you can't get it out of your

Nothing is in me
On either of town
The streets never really mine
Not mine, not mine, these gowns