Luyện nghe bài hát Flower Lady

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

But nobody's buying flowers from the flower

Lover's quarrel, snarl away happiness
Kisses in a web of loneliness
It's written by the poison pen, break before they bend
The door is slammed, over 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 a crack
Portrait of the never answers back

But nobody's buying flowers from the flower

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

But nobody's buying flowers the flower lady

Smoke dreams of escaping souls are by
the pain of living 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 from the lady

Feeble, aged a-people to their knees
Complain about the present using
Never found their pot of gold, hands pound weary holes
Each line screams out 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 out the evening now is closed

And nobody's buying flowers from the flower