Luyện nghe bài hát Bag Lady

Like a fly batters itself a window
Time and and again it senselessly blunders
Up and down the length of Broadway
The bag wanders

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

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

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

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

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