Luyện nghe bài hát Flower Lady

Millionaires and paupers walk the hungry
Rich and poor companions of the beat
Strangers in a land, strike a match with a trembling hand
Learn too much to ever

But nobody's buying flowers from the lady

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

But nobody's buying from the flower lady

Poets they cannot find the words
And the stone stares at the asks "Are you absurd?"
The paints his brushes back, through the canvas runs a crack
Portrait of the pain answers back

But nobody's flowers from the flower lady

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

But buying flowers from the flower lady

Smoke dreams of escaping souls are by
the pain of living as they slowly die
Smiles change into a sneer away by whiskey tears
In the quicksand of mind they disappear

Still nobody's 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
Each line out you're old, you're old, you're old

But nobody's buying flowers from the lady

And the flower lady hobbles without a sale
Tattered shreds of petals a fading trail
Not a pause to hold the rose, even she no knows
The lamp goes out the evening now is

And buying flowers from the flower lady