Luyện nghe bài hát Madame George

(van morrison)
Originally by van morrison. this cover is found on the trash can tape (a bootleg tape).
on cyprus avenue
With a child-like vision leaping view.
The clacking of the high-heeled shoes,
Ford and madame george.
Marching the soldierboy behind
He's much older now with hat on, wine
And the smell of sweet perfume comes thru
In the cool breeze like shalimar
And then your self control go
And suddenly you're up against the door.
The hallway are finely getting dim
in the front row touching him
And they're making all the stops
The out in the streets collecting bottle tops,
Going for and matches to the shops,
Happy talking, george
And when you fall, oh,
Oh, that's you fall

And you fall a trance
on a sofa playing games of chance
With your folded in history books you glance
Into the eyes of george
And you think found your bag,
You're getting weaker and knees begin to sag
And in the corner dominoes in drag,
The one and only madame
And outside the frosty window
She says "be cool, I think it's the cops"
up, drops everything she gots,
It's not now you know
Now you you gotta go
Catch a train from up to sandy row,
In the wind, & fog & slush & snow
Keep on on
Say good-bye we you're pretty far out
And all the little boys comin'
They got gold cigarette lighters in their
away from it all, so cool.
That's you fall.