Luyện nghe bài hát Bag Lady

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

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

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

There is no yesterday, there is no
There is only now and that hardly
No one about sad old ladies
with bags of tatters

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

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