Luyện nghe bài hát Flower Lady

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

But buying flowers from the flower lady

Lover's quarrel, snarl their happiness
Kisses in a web of loneliness
It's written by the poison pen, voices break they bend
The is slammed, it's over once again

But nobody's flowers from the flower lady

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

But nobody's buying from the flower lady

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

But nobody's buying flowers the flower lady

dreams of escaping souls are drifting by
Dull the pain of living as they die
change into a sneer washed away by whiskey tears
In the of their mind they disappear

Still nobody's buying flowers from the lady

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

But nobody's buying flowers the flower lady

And the flower lady hobbles home without a
Tattered shreds of petals leave a trail
Not a pause to the rose, even she no longer knows
The lamp out the evening now is closed

And nobody's flowers from the flower lady