Luyện nghe bài hát Fallen Women

She reminds me some of a blue eyed doll a strange there in her eyes
Surprisingly quick with her movements like a woman who's learned to
She the ashtrays and passes the booze in a crude but professional style
And her facial contortions are set in a look that resembles a smile
The small crowded bar roars loud its approval of some verbal that she's dealt
By telling a trucker the Redball Express to have intercourse with himself
In my mind I can see her room the where the woman lives
The rollers and the curlers and the old hose
And the ceiling leaks like 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 times and an old blue bag
You know that man she ah he's puttin' her on
But no queen could him more
And in her mind their ship will sail to a exotic shores
Lord she'll get no from me no she's tough and she wouldn't care
But life is made up of wishes and dreams and had more than her share
As I sit here and drink and look for a song I think I found me one
There's a difference in a fallen and one who is still hangin' on