Luyện nghe bài hát Madame George

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