Luyện nghe bài hát Madame George

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

And you fall into a
on a sofa playing games of chance
With folded arms in history books you glance
Into the of madame george
And you think found your bag,
You're getting and your knees begin to sag
And in the corner dominoes in drag,
The one and only madame
And outside the window raps
She says "be cool, I think it's the cops"
Stands up, drops she gots,
not easy now you know
Now you you gotta go
a train from dublin up to sandy row,
In the wind, & fog & slush & snow
Keep on on
Say good-bye we know you're far out
And all the little boys round
They got gold lighters in their pockets
Walking away it all, so cool.
when you fall.