Luyện nghe bài hát Flower Lady

Millionaires and paupers the hungry street
Rich and companions of the restless beat
Strangers in a foreign land, strike a match with a hand
too much to ever understand

But nobody's buying flowers the flower lady

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

But nobody's buying flowers from the lady

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

But nobody's buying from the flower lady

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

But nobody's buying from the flower lady

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

nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady

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