Luyện nghe bài hát Flower Lady

Millionaires and paupers the hungry street
Rich and poor companions of the beat
in a foreign land, strike a match with a trembling hand
Learn too much to understand

But nobody's buying flowers from the flower

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

But nobody's buying flowers from the flower

Poets agonize they cannot the words
And the stone stares at the asks "Are you absurd?"
The painter paints his brushes back, through the canvas a crack
Portrait of the pain answers back

But buying flowers from the flower lady

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

But nobody's buying flowers the flower lady

Smoke dreams of escaping are drifting by
Dull the pain of living as they die
change into a sneer washed away by whiskey tears
In the quicksand of their they disappear

Still nobody's buying from the flower lady

Feeble, aged a-people almost to knees
Complain about the using memories
Never found their pot of gold, wrinkled hands pound weary
Each line screams out you're old, you're old, 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 pause to hold the rose, even she no knows
The goes out the evening now is closed

And buying flowers from the flower lady