Luyện nghe bài hát Madame George

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

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