Luyện nghe bài hát Flower Lady

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

But buying flowers from the flower lady

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

But buying flowers from the flower lady

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

But nobody's buying flowers from the lady

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

But nobody's buying flowers from the flower

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

Still nobody's buying flowers from the flower

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

But buying flowers from the flower lady

And the flower lady hobbles home a sale
Tattered shreds of petals a fading 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