Luyện nghe bài hát Bag Lady

Like a fly batters against a window
Time and again and again it blunders
Up and down the of West Broadway
The bag wanders

Fifty cents rent goes pretty far, 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 ever want to cry

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

There is no yesterday, 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 the sky like rain
Crawling up the basement drain, misfits and black
Former brothers, of mothers

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