Luyện nghe bài hát Flower Lady

Millionaires and walk the hungry street
Rich and poor companions of the restless
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 away happiness
crumble in a web of loneliness
It's written by the poison pen, voices break before bend
The door is slammed, it's once again

But nobody's buying flowers from the flower

Poets agonize they find the words
And the stares at the sculptor asks "Are you absurd?"
The paints his brushes back, through the canvas runs a crack
Portrait of the pain never back

But nobody's buying from the flower lady

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

But nobody's buying flowers from the lady

Smoke of escaping souls are drifting by
Dull the pain of living as they die
Smiles change into a washed away by whiskey tears
In the quicksand of their mind they

Still nobody's buying from the flower lady

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

But nobody's flowers from the flower lady

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

And nobody's buying flowers the flower lady