Luyện nghe bài hát Madame George

(van morrison)
Originally performed by van morrison. cover is found on the trash can tape (a bootleg tape).
Down on avenue
With a child-like leaping into view.
The clacking of the high-heeled shoes,
and fitzroy; madame george.
Marching with the behind
He's much older now with hat on, drinking
And the smell of sweet perfume comes thru
In the cool night breeze shalimar
And then self control lets go
And suddenly up against the bathroom door.
The hallway lights are getting dim
You're in the front row him
And outside making all the stops
The kinds out in the streets bottle tops,
for cigarettes and matches to the shops,
Happy talking, george
And when you fall, oh,
Oh, that's you fall

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