Luyện nghe bài hát Flower Lady

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

But nobody's buying flowers from the lady

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

But nobody's flowers from the flower lady

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

But nobody's buying flowers the flower lady

Soldiers disillusioned to come home the war
Sarcastic students tell not to fight no more
And they argue through the night, is black and white is white
Walk 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 into a sneer away by whiskey tears
In the quicksand of mind they disappear

Still nobody's flowers 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
Each line out you're old, you're old, you're old

But nobody's buying flowers the flower lady

And the flower lady hobbles without a sale
Tattered shreds of petals leave a trail
Not a pause to hold the rose, even she no knows
The goes out the evening now is closed

And nobody's buying flowers the flower lady