Luyện nghe bài hát Madame George

Down the Cyprus
With visions leaping into view,
A clicking of the high-heeled 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
cool night air like Shalimar.
Outside 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, that's you fall.
When you fall into a
Sitting on a sofa games of chance,
With your arms in history books you glance
the eyes of Madame Joy.
And you you found the bag,
You're getting and your knees begin to sag.
In the playing dominoes in drag
The one and only Joy.
Outside the frosty raps
She jumps up and says, "Lord mercy, I think that it's the
cops.
And drops everything she gots
Down the street below.
And you know you go
On that train from 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,
why for Madame Joy.
As you leave the it's filled with music,
Laughing music, dancing music all the room
And all the little come around walking away from it all
So cool.
And you're to leave she jumps and says, "Hey love,
You forgot glove."
And the love to love she loves to love the
To love to love she loves to the love to love
Say good-bye to Joy,
Dry your eye for 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 street, in the back street,
Say good-bye, say to Madame Joy.