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 a woman who's learned to survive
She empties the ashtrays and passes the booze in a but professional style
And her facial contortions are painfully set in a look that resembles a
The small crowded bar roars loud its approval of some verbal blow she's dealt
By telling a trucker from the Redball Express to have intercourse himself
In my mind I can see her room the place where the lives
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 there with a flag
And a letter from home that read ten times and an old blue traveling bag
You know that man she loves ah he's her on
But no queen love him more
And in her their ship will sail to a hundred exotic shores
Lord get no pity from me no she's tough and she wouldn't care
But life is made up of and dreams and she's had more than her share
As I sit here and drink and for a song I think I just found me one
There's a difference in a woman and one who is still hangin' on