Luyện nghe bài hát Madame George

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