Luyện nghe bài hát Fallen Women

She reminds me of a blue eyed doll a strange look there in her eyes
quick with her movements like a woman who's learned to survive
She empties the and passes the booze in a crude but professional style
And her contortions are painfully set in a look that resembles a smile
The crowded bar roars loud its approval of some verbal blow that she's dealt
By telling a trucker from the Express to have intercourse with himself
In my mind I can see her room the place where the woman
The rollers and the and the old panty hose
And the ceiling leaks like a sieve
And there's pictures of Merle and Johnny and June and Kennedy there with a
And a letter from home that she's ten times and an old blue traveling bag
You know man she loves ah he's puttin' her on
But no could love him more
And in her their ship will sail to a hundred exotic shores
Lord she'll get no pity from me no she's tough and she wouldn't
But life is made up of wishes and and she's had more than her share
As I sit here and drink and look for a song I think I found me one
a difference in a fallen woman and one who is still hangin' on