Luyện nghe bài hát Flower Lady

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

But nobody's buying from the flower lady

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

But buying flowers from the flower lady

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

But nobody's buying flowers from the flower

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

But nobody's buying flowers from the lady

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

Still nobody's buying flowers the flower lady

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

But nobody's buying flowers from the flower

And the flower lady hobbles without a sale
Tattered shreds of 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 from the lady