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
a child-like vision leaping into view.
The clicking clacking of the shoes,
and fitzroy; madame george.
Marching the soldierboy behind
He's much older now with hat on, drinking
And the smell of sweet comes drifting thru
In the night breeze like shalimar
And then your control lets go
And suddenly you're up the bathroom door.
The hallway lights are getting dim
You're in the front row him
And they're making all the stops
The kinds out in the streets bottle tops,
Going for and matches to the shops,
Happy talking, madame
And when you fall, oh,
Oh, when you fall

And you into a trance
Sitting on a sofa playing games of
With your arms in history books you glance
Into the eyes of george
And you think you've found bag,
You're getting weaker and knees begin to sag
And in the corner dominoes in drag,
The one and only george
And outside the frosty raps
She "be cool, I think that it's the cops"
Stands up, drops she gots,
It's not now you know
Now you know you go
Catch a train from 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 in their pockets
Walking away it all, so cool.
That's you fall.