Luyện nghe bài hát Madame George

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

And you fall a trance
Sitting on a playing games of chance
With your folded arms in history 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 playing dominoes in drag,
The one and only george
And the frosty window raps
She "be cool, I think that it's the cops"
Stands up, drops she gots,
It's not easy now you
Now you you gotta go
Catch a train dublin up to sandy row,
In the wind, rain & fog & slush &
Keep on on
Say good-bye we know pretty far out
And all the little comin' round
They got gold cigarette lighters in pockets
Walking away it all, so cool.
when you fall.