Luyện nghe bài hát Madame George

Down the Avenue
With child-like visions leaping view,
A clacking of the high-heeled shoes,
Ford and Fitzroy, Joy,
Marching with the boy behind
He's older now with hat on, drinking wine
And that smell of sweet comes drifting through
Early night air like Shalimar.
Outside they're making all the
out in the street collecting bottle tops
Going for and matches in the shops,
Happy thinking Joy.
Oh, when you fall,
Oh, that's you fall,
Yeah, when you fall.
you fall into a trance
Sitting on a playing games of chance,
With your arms in history books you glance
Into the eyes of Joy.
And you you found the bag,
You're getting weaker and knees begin to sag.
In the corner playing in drag
The one and only Joy.
Outside the frosty window
She jumps up and says, "Lord mercy, I think that it's the
cops.
And immediately drops she gots
into 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 your eye for Joy,
why for Madame Joy.
As you leave the room filled with music,
Laughing music, dancing all around the room
And all the little boys come walking away from it all
So cool.
And you're about to leave she and says, "Hey love,
You your glove."
And the love to love she loves to 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 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.