Luyện nghe bài hát Flower Lady

Millionaires and paupers walk the hungry
Rich and poor companions of the restless
Strangers in a foreign land, strike a match with a hand
Learn too much to understand

But nobody's buying from the flower lady

Lover's quarrel, snarl away their
Kisses crumble in a web of
written by the poison pen, voices break before they bend
The door is slammed, over once again

But nobody's buying from the flower lady

Poets agonize they cannot find the
And the stone stares at the sculptor "Are you absurd?"
The painter paints his back, through the canvas runs a crack
Portrait of the pain never answers

But nobody's flowers from the flower lady

Soldiers disillusioned to home from the war
Sarcastic students tell not to fight no more
And they through the night, black is black and white is white
Walk away both they are alright

But nobody's buying flowers from the lady

Smoke dreams of souls are drifting by
Dull the pain of as they slowly die
Smiles change into a sneer washed away by tears
In the quicksand of their mind they

nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady

Feeble, a-people almost to their knees
Complain the present using memories
Never found pot of gold, wrinkled hands pound weary holes
line screams out you're old, you're old, you're old

But nobody's buying flowers from the flower

And the flower lady home without a sale
Tattered of petals leave a fading trail
Not a pause to hold the rose, she no longer knows
The lamp goes out the now is closed

And nobody's buying from the flower lady