Luyện nghe bài hát Fallen Women

She reminds me some of a blue eyed doll a look there in her eyes
Surprisingly quick with her movements like a who's learned to survive
She empties the ashtrays and passes the booze in a 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 blow that she's
By a trucker from 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 that leaks a sieve
And there's pictures of Merle and Johnny and June and Kennedy there with a
And a letter from home that read ten times and an old blue traveling bag
You know man she loves ah he's puttin' her on
But no could love him more
And in her mind ship will sail to a hundred exotic shores
Lord she'll get no from me no she's 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 difference in a fallen and one who is still hangin' on