Luyện nghe bài hát Madame George

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