Luyện nghe bài hát Bag Lady

Like a fly batters itself against a
Time and again and again it blunders
Up and the length of West Broadway
The bag lady

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

Do they see us pass by, where do they come
(Simple answers)
Do they come falling, falling from the sky rain
Crawling up the drain, misfits and black sheep
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 full of tatters

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

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