Luyện nghe bài hát Fallen Women

She reminds me of a blue eyed doll a strange look there in her eyes
Surprisingly quick with her like a woman who's learned to survive
She the ashtrays and passes the booze in a crude but professional style
And her contortions are painfully set in a look that resembles a smile
The small crowded bar roars loud its approval of some verbal blow that she's
By telling a trucker from the Redball to have intercourse with himself
In my mind I can see her room the place the woman lives
The and the curlers and the old panty hose
And the ceiling that leaks a sieve
And there's pictures of Merle and Johnny and and Kennedy there with a flag
And a letter from home that she's read ten and an old blue traveling bag
You know that man she loves ah puttin' her on
But no could love him more
And in her mind their ship 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 dreams and she's had more her share
As I sit here and drink and look for a I think I just found me one
There's a difference in a fallen woman and one who is hangin' on