Luyện nghe bài hát Bristol Hotel

I a fat girl, she wears a orange skirt
You give her twenty dollars and you can do
She'll take stamps and a traveler's cheque
Because her and her face, and her life's a wreck

She wears a blonde wig, some high heeled pumps
She's down in the dumps so sellin' her rump
She's a hot little momma and she every day
If you pay to play, here's where she stays
at the

(Bristol Hotel)
515
(The Hotel)
Where at?
(Jamaica, Queens)

I seen her standin' there, slutty as be
the putty for a itty-bitty fee
Every red light she'll come to your ride
Or she's standin' in the doorway you to come inside

The Bristol Hotel 'cos it ain't no
And her meat tastes better than King
Japanese executives in suits
Glasses all foggy when they come in the

The girlies in the
all in cahoots
He fell asleep and got
And chumped his face at the

(Bristol Hotel)
515
(The Hotel)
Where at?
(Jamaica, Queens)

Party check the story, 'cos the story is ill
the story of two men, one Harold, one Bill
They inside the Bristol on a Saturday night
was cool but Bill felt uptight

The girlies made attempts but Harold it cool
Never ever rush, that's the golden
I been to the Bristol's ten years of my life
A-yo, what the Yo, man that's my wife

(Bristol Hotel)
515
(The Hotel)
Where at?
(Jamaica, Queens)

You see, a Bristol girl is a one of a
And if you know her good enough, she make you stand on line
She'll let you inside, you pay for the ride
Take off her pants and then it smells like somebody

You say "What the heck", you already paid
Not that the guy that went before you had AIDS
Bang boogie, she was so amusin'
Next week you're at the clinic gettin' transfusions
At the

(Bristol Hotel)
515
(The Hotel)
that at?
(Jamaica, Queens)

The Bristol
The Bristol
The Bristol
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