Luyện nghe bài hát Fallen Women

She reminds me some of a blue doll a strange look there in her eyes
Surprisingly quick with her movements like a woman who's to survive
She empties the ashtrays and 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 blow that she's dealt
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 like a
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 times and an old traveling bag
You know that man she loves ah puttin' her on
But no queen love him more
And in her mind their ship will to a hundred exotic shores
Lord she'll get no pity from me no tough and she wouldn't care
But is made up of wishes and dreams and she's had more than her share
As I sit here and drink and look for a song I think I just me one
There's a in a fallen woman and one who is still hangin' on