Luyện nghe bài hát Flower Lady

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

But nobody's flowers from the flower lady

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

But buying flowers from the flower lady

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

But nobody's flowers from the flower lady

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

But nobody's buying from the flower lady

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

Still nobody's buying flowers the flower lady

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

But nobody's buying flowers the flower lady

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

And buying flowers from the flower lady