Luyện nghe bài hát Bag Lady

Like a fly itself against a window
Time and again and it senselessly blunders
Up and down the of West Broadway
The bag lady

Fifty cents rent pretty far, when you live in a subway car
One stop's the same as
Even Son of Sam sees her sleeping, not worth the bother
Sorrow, do they ever to cry

Do they see us pass by, do they come from?
(Simple answers)
Do come falling, falling from the sky like rain
Crawling up the drain, misfits and black sheep
Former brothers, of mothers

is no yesterday, there is no tomorrow
There is only now and hardly matters
No one cares about sad old
with bags full of

'Cause they falling, falling from the sky like rain
up the basement drain, misfits and black sheep
Former brothers, friends of

One day it a bit too cold
Maybe a bit too wet, maybe a little too
Lifelessly she lies amidst her bag
But she's only, only sleeping