Luyện nghe bài hát Flower Lady

Millionaires and paupers the hungry street
Rich and companions of the restless beat
in a foreign land, strike a match with a trembling hand
Learn too much to understand

But nobody's buying flowers from the flower

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

But nobody's buying from the flower lady

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

But nobody's buying flowers the flower lady

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

But nobody's buying flowers from the lady

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

Still nobody's buying flowers from the flower

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

But nobody's buying from the flower lady

And the flower lady hobbles home a sale
Tattered shreds of leave a fading trail
Not a to hold the rose, even she no longer knows
The goes out the evening now is closed

And buying flowers from the flower lady