Luyện nghe bài hát The Boho Dance

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

I was a hopeful in rooms this
When I was cheap
It's an old romance, the dance
gone to sleep

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
Subterranean by your own
The virtue of style inscribed
On contempt for mine

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

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

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

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

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

is capsulized in me
On side of town
The streets were really mine
Not mine, not mine, these gowns