Luyện nghe bài hát Madame George

(van morrison)
Originally performed by van morrison. this cover is on the trash can tape (a bootleg tape).
Down on cyprus
With a child-like vision into view.
The clicking clacking of the shoes,
Ford and madame george.
Marching with the behind
He's much older now with hat on, wine
And the smell of perfume comes drifting thru
In the night breeze like shalimar
And then your control lets go
And you're up against the bathroom door.
The hallway are finely getting dim
in the front row touching him
And they're making all the stops
The kinds out in the streets bottle tops,
for cigarettes and matches to the shops,
Happy talking, madame
And when you fall, oh,
Oh, when you fall

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