Luyện nghe bài hát The Boho Dance

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

I was a hopeful in rooms like
When I was working
It's an old romance, the dance
Hasn't to sleep

But on the scuffle
The cleaner's was in my jeans
And any eye for
a little lace along 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 rich in
And Solomon His head in all His glory
just that some steps outside the Boho dance
Have a for me

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

You those books where luxury
Comes as a guest to a slave
Books where artists in noble
Go virgins to the grave

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

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

is capsulized in me
On either side of
The were never really mine
Not mine, not mine, these gowns