Luyện nghe bài hát Madame George

(van morrison)
Originally performed by van morrison. this cover is on the trash can tape (a bootleg tape).
on cyprus avenue
With a child-like leaping into view.
The clicking of the high-heeled shoes,
Ford and fitzroy; george.
Marching with the soldierboy
He's older now with hat on, drinking wine
And the smell of perfume comes drifting thru
In the cool breeze like shalimar
And then your control lets go
And you're up against the bathroom door.
The hallway lights are finely dim
in the front row touching him
And outside making all the stops
The kinds out in the collecting bottle tops,
Going for and matches to the shops,
Happy talking, george
And that's you fall, oh,
Oh, when you fall

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