Luyện nghe bài hát Madame George

Down the Cyprus
child-like visions leaping into view,
A clicking clacking of the shoes,
Ford and Fitzroy, Joy,
Marching the soldier boy behind
He's older now with hat on, drinking wine
And smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through
Early cool air like Shalimar.
Outside they're making all the
out in the street collecting bottle tops
Going for cigarettes and in the shops,
Happy thinking Joy.
Oh, when you fall,
Oh, that's you fall,
Yeah, that's you fall.
you fall into a trance
Sitting on a sofa games of chance,
With your arms in history books you glance
Into the of Madame Joy.
And you you found the bag,
You're getting weaker and your begin to sag.
In the corner dominoes in drag
The one and Madame Joy.
Outside the frosty raps
She jumps up and says, "Lord mercy, I think that it's the
cops.
And immediately everything she gots
Down the street below.
And you you gotta go
On that train Dublin up to Sandy Row
Throwing pennies at the bridges below
In the rain, hail, and snow.
Say to Madame Joy,
Dry eye for Madame Joy,
Wonder why for Joy.
As you leave the room it's filled music,
Laughing music, dancing all around the room
And all the little boys come around walking from it all
So cool.
And you're about to leave she and says, "Hey love,
You your glove."
And the to love she loves to love the love
To love to love she loves to love the to love
Say to Madame Joy,
Dry your eye for Joy,
Wonder why for Joy,
Dry eye for Madame Joy.
In the wind and the rain, in the street, in the back street,
In the street, in the back street, in the back street,
Say good-bye to George.
Down in the back street, in the back street,
Say good-bye, say good-bye to Joy.