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
With a child-like vision into view.
The clicking clacking of the shoes,
Ford and madame george.
Marching with the behind
He's much now with hat on, drinking wine
And the smell of sweet perfume comes thru
In the cool night like shalimar
And then your control lets go
And suddenly up against the bathroom door.
The lights are finely getting dim
in the front row touching him
And outside they're all the stops
The kinds out in the streets collecting tops,
Going for and matches to the shops,
Happy talking, george
And that's you fall, oh,
Oh, that's when you

And you fall a trance
Sitting on a playing games of chance
With your folded in history books you glance
Into the eyes of george
And you think you've found bag,
You're getting and your knees begin to sag
And in the playing dominoes in drag,
The one and only madame
And the frosty window raps
She says "be cool, I think it's the cops"
Stands up, everything she gots,
It's not now you know
Now you know you go
Catch a train from dublin up to row,
In the wind, rain & fog & & 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
Walking away it all, so cool.
when you fall.