Luyện nghe bài hát Fallen Women

She reminds me some of a blue eyed a strange look there in her eyes
Surprisingly quick with her movements like a woman who's to survive
She the ashtrays and passes the booze in a crude but professional style
And her facial are painfully 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 from the Redball Express to have with himself
In my I can see her room the place where the woman lives
The rollers and the curlers and the old panty
And the ceiling that 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 and an old blue traveling bag
You know that man she loves ah puttin' her on
But no queen could 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 care
But life is made up of wishes and dreams and she's had more than her
As I sit here and and look for a song I think I just found me one
There's a difference in a fallen and one who is still hangin' on