Luyện nghe bài hát Flower Lady

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

But buying flowers from the flower lady

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

But buying flowers from the flower lady

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

But nobody's buying flowers from the flower

Soldiers disillusioned to come home 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 flowers from the flower lady

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

Still nobody's buying from 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
line screams out you're old, you're old, you're old

But nobody's buying flowers the flower lady

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

And buying flowers from the flower lady