Luyện nghe bài hát Fallen Women

She reminds me some of a blue eyed doll a strange there in her eyes
Surprisingly quick her movements like a woman who's learned to survive
She empties the ashtrays and the booze in a crude but professional style
And her facial contortions are painfully set in a look that resembles a
The small bar roars loud its approval of some verbal blow that she's dealt
By a trucker from the Redball Express to have intercourse with himself
In my I can see her room the place where the woman lives
The rollers and the and the old panty hose
And the that leaks like a sieve
And there's pictures of Merle and Johnny and June and Kennedy there with a
And a letter from that she's read ten times and an old blue traveling bag
You that man she loves ah he's puttin' her on
But no queen love him more
And in her mind their ship will sail to a hundred exotic
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 she's had than her share
As I sit here and drink and look for a song I think I found me one
There's a in a fallen woman and one who is still hangin' on