Luyện nghe bài hát Madame George

Down the Avenue
With child-like leaping into view,
A clacking of the high-heeled shoes,
Ford and Fitzroy, Joy,
Marching with the boy behind
He's much older now with hat on, drinking
And that smell of perfume comes drifting through
Early night air like Shalimar.
Outside they're making all the
Kids out in the collecting 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 playing games of chance,
With folded arms in history books you glance
Into the eyes of Joy.
And you you found the bag,
You're getting and your knees begin to sag.
In the corner playing dominoes in
The one and Madame Joy.
the frosty window raps
She jumps up and says, "Lord have mercy, I that it's the
cops.
And immediately everything she gots
Down into the below.
And you know you go
On that train from Dublin up to Row
pennies at the bridges down below
In the rain, hail, and snow.
Say to Madame Joy,
Dry eye for Madame Joy,
Wonder why for Joy.
As you leave the room it's filled music,
Laughing music, dancing music all the room
And all the little boys come around away from it all
So cool.
And you're about to she jumps and says, "Hey love,
You your glove."
And the love to love she loves to love the
To love to love she loves to love the love to
Say good-bye to Joy,
Dry your eye for 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 back street, in the street, in the back street,
Say to Madame George.
Down in the back street, in the back street,
Say good-bye, say good-bye to Joy.